“I said no olive juice… I don’t like it (gulp) dirty.”
You think the cob is your ally? You merely adopted the cob. I was born in the cob… molded by it. I didn’t see corn OFF the cob until I was a grown man. And by then…it was nothing to me, but FREEAZING!
The cob betrays you!
My wife likes to talk while she’s making love. Last night, she called me up from the Holiday Inn.
The tin foil isn’t protecting her from the mind control chemicals in all that makeup.
He was a grown man! He had a beard!
Dirtnapbrian 1 through 36 were taken
2: Never SENT a postcard, never owned an encyclopedia.
Unless we count Encyclopedia Britanica on CD?