Hot tub’s been dis-Gusted.
Reminds me of Laurel and Hardy in The Music Box.
When I was a youngster living in Chicago, I once heard on the radio that it was 9 PM, 90 degrees and 90% humidity. Now that’s consistent. And no AC in those days either.
You’re treading on thin ice, Arlo.
I get the same feeling sometimes. Then I eat that first tomato and realise it’s all worth it.
Yes he did.
I heard Jack Brickhouse, who was the TV announcer for the Cubs and Sox, give the ball/strike count of 3 and 2 about 10 times in a row. Batter kept fouling off the pitch. But he never said anything else at all during that sequence. That was the day I relized baseball can be boring.
It’s Hoss Cartwright!
There goes the ‘peek’ possibility.