Lumber billionaire
I bought a Volkswagen Jetta and we call it a woodie
(Surf City, here we come)
“I ain’t gonna pay no delivery charge. That’s how they get ya!”
“Guess I’d better get my suspension fixed.”
Was he plying down the highway or was he merely lumbering along it?
Shoulda used your 4x4 for those 2x4’s.
“I’LL BE BACK TO PICK UP 25 FIFTY POUND BAGS OF CONCRETE MIX.”
To borrow a phrase from Click and Clack, the Magliozzi brothers: “Unencumbered by the thought process.”
Gonna give this one to the Prof. Take it away.
Thanks!
Now we have:
When I told my grandparents they still look the way they did in their High School prom photo, it wasn’t a complement.
A marital detente of sorts was established through the doctrine of mutual assured destruction (MAD) enforced by the ever present threat of the steel-bound Bible and the rule-of-thumb walking stick.
“Thank you for coming in. Mr. Grant Wood will let you know if you will be posing for ‘American Gothic’.”
“Our upper arms are touching.”
“You realize they can only touch when we need farm help.”
“But all the children are gone. Surely we can…”
“Our father, who art in heaven…”
Hey, Mr. Brady, could you step up the pace on this portrait? I know the plates need a long exposure time, but I’d like to get back to running the store while we’re still twenty-six.
Don’t worry, dear. They’ll retouch your cheeks and you’ll look like a teenager again.
Sid & Nancy: The Golden Yesrs
Ebenezer and Edna Brown, all set for a day at the beach.
Don’t come a knockin’ when the bonnet is hanging on the doorknob.
And Elmer wins for
Well done, all!
Thanks, Prof.
