Just pointing out that you should have linked the movie. 
And there never will be, unless Bodsa is an attractive, upper-middle-class white woman.
If one of our community hotties should happen to go missing, on the other hand, then we might be a bit more concerned. Only if they’re photogenic, of course, in that perky sorority sister kind of way.
Greathouse, Bosda [sup]1[/sup] told me that the spark has just gone out of your relationship and he’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from sending him emails, chocolates, or flowers.
- No he didn’t.
Horseback!?
Why, you’ll need the aid of
EddyTeddyFreddy!
Gosh, I just LOVE it when everything finally STARTS making sense.
Or was it scents?
Ah, irrelevant. Make it so!
Naked?
Bosda’s been cleaning the parking lot, & digging out the drainage ditch at work this morning, in that hot southern sun. I hope’s he’s now somewhere in the shade, drinking something cool.
Yes, but the really sad thing is we only have one horse.
I’m generally drawn to people who make me laugh. Therefore, today you may rest your head on my bosom.
There, there. This will all be over soon.
Duck tape! Get your duck tape here!
Does the horse have a name?
And mowing, don’t forget mowing…
Or maybe it was the Rapture.
FYI:
The new Where’s Bosda? coloring books are flying off the shelves. Pick one up while you still can.
We have an Unsolved Mystery! Someone go get Robert Stack! Or maybe Scoob and the gang!
More importantly, does the horse have a saddle?
'Cause bareback is just not the way to go…
Even better.
Uh oh, without the steadying moral influence of Bosda, I Honey, have become a tart.
Sweet!
Bosda? Bosda who? Now that I’ve got an invitation to rest my head on a bosom I can’t recall exactly why I was so worked up in the first place.
This just in . . .
Police in Tenafly, New Jersey, have received a phone call from someone claiming to be Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor, alleging he was kidnapped and tickled unmercifully by two Japanese stewardesses before being released at a Chuck E. Cheese just off the New Jersey Turnpike.
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No time for love, Dr. Jones!
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Shit. Sorry guys. I left Bosda in my other pants and they went to the cleaners yesterday. I don’t think I can get him back until Monday at the earliest.
A horse? A Bosda for a horse? Or is that vice-versa?
Anyway, I’m blockaded in my office until the crisis is over so I can’t join the cavalcade. But my trusty Boy Thursday has leaped aboard my trusty steed and is ready to ride to the rescue. Eager to save the day!
And they’re off! Onward… onward… onward…
OH NO!!!
The Evil Distractor has lured him into her trap!
:: sigh ::
I guess I’ll have to mount my trusty backup steed and do it myself.