Danke, Spoons!
Here we go…
I saw what you did last century.
“Help! I’ve fallen and nobody heard it.”
The Wicker Man was a stoner!
“It’s not such a bad life, thought the tree. Sun. Fresh air. Time to think. Bees, too, in the spring”.
Ooh, I like this new dryad!
I remember the day I sold my soul to Sid & Marty Krofft.
Lots of nice ones, there, but Elmer comes through again:
What’s going on here?
Michelin Man, Private Detective
“June, keep filling out that invoice! That’s two — no, make that three recaps, size 185/80R13 at twenty-five dollars, not installed!”
This made me laugh.
In play:
“Don’t argue with me, honey, I’m too tired.”
(Not in play)
Those lurid pulp covers of the 30s, 40s, and 50s are unparalleled in their graphic depictions.
Combatting the black market trade in rationed items in WW2 was a dangerous task.
“Quit keeping score, woman! This isn’t bowling!”
Calling it a little early ‘cause I’ll be AFK for awhile and this one had me spitting coffee….
Okiedokie.
“Wait! Don’t get on the ship! It’s a cookbook…for human S’mores!!!”
Virtual Reality Tours: This Week - a walk through the volcanoes of Mars
The Michelin Army was called out to quell a riot at the tire factory.