When the Summer heat hits me hard, I do not move, but lie doorman for hours on end.
If you lie dormant, then people will just walk all over you, especially to get in the house.
Are all the discs in your house in the proper doormat for hassle-free computing?
I wouldn’t call it hassle-free, but when the missus and I engage in the proper amount of format, sex is always mutually rewarding.
I bet it gets pretty hot with you and missus during that time since Joseph Foreplay is credited with discovering the greenhouse effect.
Hey, is he that Canadian skater whose partner was Vanessa Crone? I had no idea Paul Fourier was a climatologist, too.
Maybe you’re confusing him with Hercule Poirier, Agatha Christie’s famous detective.
I needed an umbrella but I couldn’t beg, poirot or steal one today.
I think my wife looks amazing when she wears the cute little French borrow on her head.
I hope that when I die my family doesn’t **beret **me with anything on my head.
I just hope my family will plant some kind of bury bush over my grace, so that passing animals can have something to nibble.
One of my favorite parts of The Music Man is when Opie starts lisping his way through “Berry, Indiana”.
Ninja’ed edit…
I’d like to hear him lisp his way through “Gary On Wayward Son” by Kansas.
Is Kansas going to do any songs for the remake of that Stephen King high-school telekenetic thriller, Carry?
Maybe Secretary of State John Carrie will make a cameo in it.
It wouldn’t be summer without someone, somewhere giving a recitation of the baseball classic, “Kerry at the Bat”.
Was there a Casey-style electric Kool-Aid acid test for members of the Mudville Nine?
And did they read Please Understand Me and take the Kesey Temperament Sorter?
If they make a movie out of that book, their should definitely get Keirsey Alley to star, no matter what her weight is at the time.
Maybe she should stick to Special K, and not ladle the sugar on her Rice Kirsties.