Wednesday, July 21, 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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6 comments:
If only she'd been married to the accountant...
I thought everyone pitched a tent first thing in the morning?
Interesting observation, Rattling, they actually bought this tent from the accountant. He doesn't like vaulted ceilings.
Indeed he does, Scott, just had an unfortunate accident pitching the second one. He needs to relax; he's two tents (rimshot).
you're not really fooling anyone with that disguise
I don't think that's what the Sarge had in mind when he asked you to go 'undercover' at the campsite
Dunc, he looks like the type who can't help putting stuff in his mouth. Not only is he hiding a massive gut, he's fixed himself with the equivalent of a cone over a dog's head.
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