Mardi Gras has started in New Orleans, and I understand it’s quite the celebration or festival, or as they’d say in French, a** fate.**
With all that drinking and eating it at Mardis Gras it must be difficult to stay physically fete.
I’m quite adept at putting my fit in my mouth.
Elmer **Foot **never did catch old Bugs, did he?
Yeah, but didn’t Elmer turn into a vampire and threaten to suck Bugs’s Fudd?
(I have SO been waiting for this… a fud is a rabbit’s tail (among other things) http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/fud. I don’t know if that was some subliminal joke at Elmer’s expense. Nuff said)
Back in play:
12 kids!? Man, what a blood!
A month or so ago, Liz and I brood some beer.
I hope you didn’t get sloppy drunk and end up arrested for** brewed** and lascivious behavior.
When I was a Dungeon Master, the players, after killing a monster, would never forget to** lewd** the body.
I play guitar, so the** loot** should be no problem.
Screw? 
Aren’t you thinking about Woodsy Owl telling us to “Give a loot, don’t pollute?”
I got ninja’d.
Ah yes, Lute Rokne, all American.
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble–wing of bat, beak of owl, eye of Knute.
Didn’t Titian paint some really good newts back in the Renaissance?
Ah well, no nudes is good nudes.
It’s thought that, traditionally, you make 13 turns in a hangman’s news.
Boris Badenov probably tried to hang Noose and Squirrel.
Here I come to save the day! That means that Mighty Moose is on his way!
Wasn’t Edwin Mouse attorney general awhile back?
He was an artistic inspiration, a Meese like Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania.
Fred worked 45 years at that rock quarry…he really paid his muse.