Rub a dub dub, one man in a tub.
Not an especially dignified way to appeal to the youngsters, but then again the other option was “Stephen Hawk-tuah-ings.”
When they talked about the little man in the boat, this wasn’t what I envisioned.
Water park head of finance: sir, the park is losing money hand over fist. People just don’t visit waterslides any more. There is a black hole in our finances and it needs fixing!
Water park boss: black hole eh? I know the perfect guy…
No, I said flow chart.
I never expected the Hawking/Hawk Tuah girl connection, so you win @Slithy_Tove.
Thank you. I’ve always wondered what you guys would do to the Blue Boy, but let’s go this other Roccoco sloshing:
The Harbor of Arbor Ardor
Oh, finally! The gardener! I do hope he can do something with the Mushroom Cloud Tree!
“Uh, about that promise I made about a rose garden…”
Oh, shit! Aunt Jane’s seen us! We’ll have to find somewhere else to bang, William.
What’s that over there? Is it a bird? A plane? A frog?
“Oh dear, the woke mob has found us.”
Quick, Philip, pull my finger.
“Louis, did they not have enough cake?”
Dutch caps! Getcher Dutch caps! Only two fer a sou!”
The winner among equals is:
Wow! Thanx.
Following the surgery, the subject was left with unfocused eyes and a demented grin on their face.
The Great Trumpkin.
-“BB”-
In 1966, Pillsbury changed the name “Injun Orange” to “Jolly Olly Orange.” Native Americans marked a small measure of redress, although awareness of mental illness took a massive dump.