In all this confusion, I’m filled with eggnog and tryptophan and discovered that The Boy had never seen Dirty Harry, so we’re doing that instead of me writing a post.
Back with the usual shenanigans on Monday. In the meantime? If you feel lucky, enjoy:
I imagine her preferred mints have been used by many men?
Sometimes the party never ends!
Bangs!
Grape shot – underrated.
And was proud of it.
Don’t ask him about Chick-fil-a.
Goes without saying.
Sometimes people can’t figure out any other way than what is.
Never anger botanists.
It’s Eight-A-Bong now!
Oh, those wily Russians. This really moved the election.
Dang John, you just shifted the Overton Window on root beer. I saw the can of diet Barq’s and couldn’t figure out what the “oliet bangs” comment meant. Then I stared at it and started seeing the word “oliet” but still couldn’t figure out the “bangs” part. Finally it all appeared like one of those weird 3-d visuals.
Now I can’t see anything but “oliet Bangs” no matter how hard I try. Curse you John Wilder.
I say oliet . . . you say Bangs!
Well, at least someone finally (sorta) locked her up.
Merry Thanksgiving!
And I hope yours was great!
Low effort is the proper theme for the day after Thanksgiving.
Difficult to do, I enjoyed the time with family. A win.
See, that is the problem with Grapeshot, very little spread. If the cannon had been PROPERLY loaded for close-in work with CANNISTER, he would not have needed to fix bayonets, he could have just swept out the leaking rubbish and waited for the police.
I *love* this comment, because when I posted I thought, “Well, what about cannister?”