Sorry, dude; she judges a man by the shoes he wears.
Hanna, getting ready to flee for her life.
Nothing like a backdrop of disapproving saints to set the mood. Maybe you should try your luck in the rectory.
Did anyone tell you have a BIG nose goblin hanging out your schnoz?
Hanna never imagined that a lute player could have so much spittle.
Cyrus’ full time gig was that of court jester. In his off time, he PLAYED Romeo. (Whose a fool, now ?)
Yeah, I did get this shirt and collar at the Ringling Bros. Circus. How could you tell?
She would leave but he glued the seat before she sat down.
Killing me softly with his song. . .
When he played those “Slide Mandolin Blues”/ his advances were hard to refuse/ she suddenly felt a/ strange throb in her “Delta”/ but she just couldn’t get past those shoes.
She misunderstood when they said he liked to show off all his lute.
“I’m not into gingers with no color sense!”
The clown they hired for the birthday party was getting rather bold with Timmy’s mom.
His outfit looks like an early version of Ronald McDonald. That’s reason enough to recoil in horror.
Uh oh… time to clear out; she’s letting a large, long squeaker.
She was chosen for a 1-on-1 date with “Bachelor’s” Kevin, but is secretly hoping for no rose tonite.
“Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round!”
“Just nod and smile until you get a chance to run for it!”
Another unknowing victim of “mustache funk”.
I’m just a gigolo/ and ev’rywhere I go/ People know the bar I’m playing/ Pay for every dance selling each romance/ Ooh, I could say…….Louis Prima much better than David Lee.
I realize that dresses disguised everything in those days, but, dude, take another glance at the size of those thighs… she could wind up breaking your neck…
Luther Lutist couldn’t get away with cutting one without Madalyn Mandoline noticing. Must have been the Limburger, bratwurst, and beer for breakfast.
“Get comfortable, M’lady. Next I’ll be playing “Free Bird,” …..the long version.
Eric Idle suggesting “Bright Side of Life” for her father’s funeral.
Renaldo figured if his left knee could pin down Hanna’s dress, she wouldn’t be able to run away at all.
Cassandra kept feeling around behind her. She knew the concealed pistol was there somewhere.
Hmm, must have offended someone. My comments here since 6/5 have disappeared, including today’s. Just heard that x_Tech passed yesterday (RIP, XT), now this.
When she went to McDonald’s and sat next to the Ronald McDonald statue, she never expected it to come to life.
“Uhm… Ahh… Very nice….”
Lotta close clinches with the coquettes in the melodrama I’m rehearsing, so I always brush my teeth as soon as I get to the theater.