Gosh, Beck. When the rubber meets the road, you do a great job of summing things up. Nicely done!
Yes, you are having a very good year.
I guess a bunch of Good Year’s bicycle wheels are being recalled. I just heard it from their spokesman.
Wheel just have to wait and see how that turns out.
Rim shot!
I think they figured it out when someone on the tire assembly line squealed.
But then they nailed that leaker flat out!
That’s a good, rich response.
And to think I only told my BF. Cheez-whiz, rumors fly around here!
Not sure what you’re getting at Beck, but it sounds good. Spread it around.
(B.F. Goodrich)
Aw, crackers and nuts, I screwed that right up!
Tired of tires already? I guess that tread wore thin. Alright, I’ll take a crack at wackers. It’s a tall scene for salty teens. Souper, some say.
My cat was running around the house today. “Man,” I thought, “that animal’s crackers.”
99.9% of kittens agree: When there’s a choice between mother’s milk and a cracker, the teet wins.
But if you got both, you got the whole kit and caboodle.
Or kit kat’s ca-boob-le!
I’ll be over yonder, kitty-corner from this thread.
Good idea, Beck. That should preclude you from making catty remarks–at least, none that we could hear.
I assure you I am just purring sweet sentiments.
Good. Of course, you could always claw your way back, if you feel the need.