Five sets a night on the Reeperbahn was tiring.
Count Bibendum and his Orchestra
-“BB”-
And look who rolled in to play for all you folks tonight!
This wins, because I never knew the Michelin Man actually had a name.
Honorable mention for teaching me something new and working in the pun.
I’ll sneak one in: The band sounded flat.
Like they say at all the beauty pageants, “If the winner is unable to execute her duties, then the first runner-up will take over.”
Since I’m still having problems getting pictures to post dependably, I’ll step aside and let Elmer_J.Fudd take over for me.
-“BB”-
Thanks, Bill.
Finally! A way to keep unwanted grizzly bears out of the art gallery!
Danny really enjoys his Bearcolounger.
“Once I get the flat screen installed in his butt, I’ll be all set.”
Look for the bear necessities
The simple bear necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
His next home renovation is a jacuzzi stuffed inside a sperm whale.
“…they don’t smell THAT bad on the inside.”
-“BB”-
The white one’s in the library for when I’m feeling bipolar.
“Can you really live inside a bear?”
“It’s barely possible.”
Well what would YOU do if it happened to YOU? You couldn’t say “Skat!” ’cause that
wouldn’t be right. You couldn’t shout “Scram!” ’cause that isn’t polite. A host has to put up
with all kinds of pests, for a host, above all, must be nice to his guests.
You’re up, @Prof.Pepperwinkle
Thanks!
And now:
Columbus”s plan to travel from Tomorrowland to Bear Country by circumnavigating the globe was met with skepticism by the Anaheim city council.
Amerigo Vespucci definitively mapped exactly where in the woods the bears shit.