My cat went to the vet today.
Did he drive himself? Was it Toonces?
Naw, he was too groggy from the anesthetic to drive home, and he can’t reach the pedals from his carrier anyway.
Yeah, that’s what he wants you to think. But then he recruits one his buddies from next door, with one cat working the pedals and one on the steering wheel, and before you know it, your car is 50 miles away and involved in a burglary at a pet supply store.
Naw, unlikely, the cat who can read the map book has moved to the Riviera.
Moved to the Riviera? You mean, from the Toronado?
No, the 2012 Honda Fit.
And another week is over. Nice.
We’re all working for the weekend.
Another one bites the dust.
Hey! He’s gonna sit by you!
Another one rides the bus!
Is there a bar on the bus? A busbar?
Do they have beer?
Only for a coffin to rest upon.
Are you sure it is not the other way around? The beer rests on the coffin, not the coffin on the beer. In civilized places anyway.
A bear, a boar and a Boer walked into a bar and ordered a beer…
And the bear killed the other two and then washed them down with a ice cold Canadian Grumpy Bear Honey Wheat beer.
“… and at these prices, you won’t see many more.”
Oh wow this thing is still going. You guys could do the funniest thing ever.
The prodigal father is back! Now this thread can die in peace.