Spot on, Doug.
“I’m going to eat my pickle and any hand wrapped around it that isn’t mine.”
So, monosodium glutamate drags another soul to hell. Do none of you commenters know about MSG or its various titles?
Pork: tastes like chicken.
Time to feed that pigeon a big bowl for worms laced with ExLax and sent it back home as a Thank You.
I can’t believe the powers that shouldn’t be haven’t outlawed such parties. After all, you might accidentally claim the growing child is a “boy” or a “girl.” (Gaaasp!)
Why didn’t she say, “You’re welcome,” instead. What guy doesn’t get a kick out of being a slimy, green swamp monster?
Amen! Unless you live on an avocado farm, those gems are too priceless to be using them as something other than guacamole.
Time to buy stocks in your power plant. Or, better yet (and I’m thinking of doing this for my mom), buy her a condo within the power plant’s steam generating section.