Annie, don’t bogart that joint! I need a hit.
“Bob, let her finish her whisky first.”
Now Otto, Sylvia is a budding poet. This is gonna cost you later.
The winner…
Cheers Elmer! How about we indulge in another instance of that particular vice?
Great singers know that tobacco smoke coats the vocal cords, giving the voice a “velvety” quality.
“Hey boys, whaddaya say we pull off a casino heist?”
With Sammy, we have both Jewish and black representation. Diversity and Inclusion!
Everyone laughs at Dino and his crackpot idea for a shallow dish-like gadget that collects cigarette ashes.
one of these things is not like the others…
Guess which two out of these three sets of lips have kissed that pinkie ring on Frank
Gotta hand it back to Elmer for this one!
More family fun…
Stump clearing with explosives has to be done correctly to maintain safety.
Violent scuffles at the Croquet World Championships are more common than most would imagine.
Today I learned that when both your parents are on crutches, you should absolutely not say, ‘well, ain’t that a poke in the eye.’
The Smiths learned the hard way that when Kittycat wants her breakfast, she wants it now.
A youthful snapshot of Michael H. Kenyon. Mom and Dad, stricken as they were with mutual gout of the same limb, could never apply the necessary discipline to this naturally impulsive, high-spirited boy. This, combined with his having to assist them in the toilet, contributed to the proclivities that would prove his downfall.
Like the well-intentioned Germans who’d contributed to the horrors of Nazism, Michael’s subsequent actions were beyond his capabilities to explain, but still were his burden to carry. Or, in his case, attempt to carry until it all squirted out.
Pinkeye, and its even more disabling cousin, pinkfoot.
The winner…