In constant pursuit of the Great American Guffaw.
You all appear to be in White Man Heaven. Mean place, we hear.
Thus his love for soup.
Take care and gesundheit.
Bumped into an old buddy, eh?
Yep. And I had pictures of the sermon on the mount. Got back in my time machine and got autographs, too. Made me a billionaire. Yes indeedy.
My cat gets like that.
Looks tired. He may have begun the whole thing a bit ago then took a break.
Mo and Erk are at it again. Mo’s upside down at the moment.
And it sounds like a few hours after a can o’ beans.
Smart move, Gary. Now go home and burn your clothes for even having the thought.