First Saturday of August... come ON, Autumn...
I'm wearing hearing aides now. Lovely how they
only amplify every crack and gurgle my body makes...
Cape Cod National Seashore at Marconi Tower.
The North Atlantic at its finest.
Reminds me of this very important PSA from years ago:
Now back to your regularly schedule snark.
Don't come between me and my queso.
Yup.
Great movie!!
"I'll help."
Sadly, spot on.
Explains why Mike Johnson grins a lot.
Hey, whatever works.
"He sneezed himself into oblivion..."Marvelous!
Let's conclude this morning with a little duet...
3 comments:
I don't see why witches can't keep pet penises when so many are being lost to vacuum cleaners, suspicious holes in trees, and so forth anyway. Maybe you can adopt one at the dong pound.
Speaking of penii, that guillotine Hitch"cock" is wielding suggests an option for curbing our apparently pervasive pedo problem.
All so good this morning, but that PSA has me singing.
"He's scrolling," run for president, and the cat video made my morning, thanks!
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