I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
ansel's spinning corpse,
coworkers of the world unite in duh,
darkthroning in the city
Definitely not the early bird.Now get the flock out of here and back to work.
if, drinkin' in the graveyard.demeur, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here.
I'd like to flip the bird at blooger for making me use their new, sucky editor.I was already slackin' with the postin'!!!~
Our national bird! or, at least as proposed by that syphilitic moralizing prig on the $100s.I've only ever seen maybe a couple dozen of the wild ones on my woodsy meanders. That's quite a catch.
if, somehow, my desk computer seems to have been grandfathered in; it still has the older, more user-friendly version. Never misunderestimate the power of Li'l Edgar.jim, BUT HE LIKED BEER AND FARTS, BRO. We wouldn't have caught it save for a kindly passer-by thus proving that Clevelandia is 3.6% less sucky than is nationally thought.
That lady deserved at least two gold stars.
Interesting, for a moment I actually confused the bird in your pictures with my mom-in-law. Please pass my apologies to that poor creature.
Keep your eye on the birdie.
But Jim who'd want to eat eagles at thanksgiving?
I'm relieved to know you didn't pluck the tail feathers from a local peacock.
duchess, if she had been going the other way, would have bought her a kibbeh. BB, stepping out on a very narrow & quite dangerous limb, I'm going to hazard a wild, off-the-wall guess and assume that you are not a fan of your mother-in-law.tom, as dudes, I think this is the part where we start quoting Caddyshack.demeur, no, silly goose, you eat founding fathers, the rich. Why do you think they invented necromancy in the first place? susan, ye kid, the local peacock, if we had one, would be fêted muchlie.
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