Where can I get one?
Suddenly I have an urge to play Euro Truck Simulator.
When I turn 80, I had planned to buy a big old Buick and ram all the @#$@#s who can’t drive. They could put me in jail; it’d be worth it.
Maybe I should start saving up for one of these trucks instead. 
I’d prefer an Olds Delta 88.
And I’ll bet Adam didn’t save the blueprints for the vehicle, either.
I’m the friendly stranger in the black sedan…
Boy, if that isn’t *Pure Random Silliness *I don’t know what is!
According to my 3 yr old nephew a small volcano is called a “volcinie”.
So what’s a large volcano called?
I think my 13 year old female Border Collie/Golden Retriever mix can tell time, but if I tell anyone, I might find she can use the phone, too, and have me put away. Help! Gracie, put down the pho
Hah, that’s nothing. I have this whole board fooled into thinking I’m my human owner.
Signed,
the Cat
Humans own cats? Since when? That’s not what I’ve heard.
There is a Danish/Icelandic/Inuit portmanteau for that. If I could even spell it out, I would not do so, as most of us would dislocate our tongues trying to pronounce it.
Im in ur yustashun tubez, lookin fer nom-nomz
Okay, that’s more disturbing than tentacle porn. :eek:
My cat likes the taste of my earwax. She tries to wake me up in the morning by sticking her tongue in my ear.
It works.
Uh, eschereal, that ain’t no cat.
Gomer Pyle: “Ain’t my finger, neither.”
The grandfather in Moonstruck: “I’m so confused”.
soak’n’fused
Here’s the Gomer joke, courtesy of the fifth grade:
Gomer: LouAnn, can I put my finger in yer belly button?
LouAnn: OK, Gomuh!
(a little later)
LouAnn: Gomuh, that wasn’t my belly button.
Gomer: Weren’t my finger, neither.