Didn’t want this to pass without the obligatory golf clap.
I would buy the tiger a ticket and call it my hairy nephew. And to feed it, I’d bring a couple of chunks of dead gazelle, too.
You know, because you’re allowed two pieces of carrion.
By “tiger food” I presume you mean “airline passengers”.
“two pieces of carrion” slow clap for linty fresh.
not so much for the beer soaked keyboard
Admit it, that guy in 15E was annoying the hell out of you too.
Well yeah, but what’s left of him isn’t giving me a lot of comfort either.
You could use this, the latest Weird Earl’s offering.
Golf clap? Isn’t that what Tiger Woods comes down with after a big weekend?
I’ve smuggled a full grown tiger into a 747 and it was easy getting past security once hypnotized the tiger and then explained to security why I was carrying-on a large thicket of reeds and marsh. Shit, I think I had a croc in there too! Well, something bit me and it wasn’t the tiger. Don’t you feel something pulling your leg?
Okay, I’ll be the one to say it: That little thing is so dang cute!