Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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- Gonzo, Dog
- All this time, I thought it was my Amway training
- ... and maybe my car keys. I had to take the bus.
- It's in the car. Want to see it?
- Try sticking your food in a different hole.
- Smells like he's having lunch right now.
- I guess we won't be splitting the bill after all.
- I'll probably have to trim my sideburns a bit
- How he ate an entire Rottweiler is a mystery to me
- Steve, get in here and line my eyes for me.
- Get the tarp out of the pickup, honey
- And those chicken burgers were just about done
- Just trying to make the short list
- I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a breakfast today
- Seafood dinner and a swim
- He's a rare skinless bone deer, if you need to know.
- Say the word, Mum, and I'll box his ears
- Let's use a little sunscreen this time
- Be especially careful in the washroom.
- Wine by the glass
- You could spot her in any crowd
- But I signalled "look out!"
- Salmon Chanted Evening
- ... but cigars and women are okay
- Cuddly bloodsuckers, free to a good home
- Protein is protein
- Happy Fourth of July
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- Happy Canada Day
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11 comments:
And here I thought my chronic jazz hands were annoying...
I have nothing to say, other than '1 comments' is just so wrong.
It will now read more correctlyer.
"The Craw! The Craw!" - my husband's favorite little-bit-racist quote from Get Smart.
Bschooled, I had never heard of jazz hands until now. How could I have missed that? Here's what Wiki says:
"In Canada, jazz hands are often used to relieve the tension of uncomfortable business meetings. It is not uncommon to use jazz hands in combination with blurting out an expression such as "let it shine" in order to keep a meeting civil."
I had no idea you were Helena Guergis!
Very thoughtful of you, Nobblysan. Here at the Lying Institute, we strive for the ultimateness of correctlytude. Your random act of fixifying will not go unrewarded.
Sweets, it's not racist if it's in a movie. Just watch any Bluce Ree movie if you need ploof.
No wonder they called a consultant..a very unusual place to get crabs.
In a hospital, Rattling? Or on the end of your arm? Inquiring minds are starved for answers.
Now I know what is worse than crabs in your pants. Nice nut cracker :(
At least he quit picking his nose.
great for opening bottles of beer !!!
A bit shortsighted, Duncanr. It won't be long before he uses the washroom, and then he'll need either assistance or a Band-Aid.
on the subject of assistance . . .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHb9Eiqmwmc
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