And it’s 80 degrees American in Bangkok.
It is 18F in Central Arkansas.
Have I told you lately that I hate you?
With temps like those, maybe the squirrel’s not ceramic, maybe it’s just frozen. (Pardon me while I go turn up the air-con a tad.)
Good point, but you must sleep sometime…
In that accent! :o Sorry for the poor sentence structure.:smack:
oooh! Preacher Ray, in the church, with a rattlesnake!
There’s a ceramic basset hound at my dad’s place. That means he’s classy.
Would being killed by a “Praying Hands” statue be a white trash death, or just Redneck?
What about a hen-shaped candy dish?
Barbara Jo, by the cistern, with a deviled egg plate.
Q: What if we just had tighter controls on Claycorns?
Billy Bob in the pig sty with the hay baler…
… whose name was Lem. But how did we get off on the tangent of gay farm sex?
Willy Bob, behind the wood shed with a wood chipper.
Damn, I like that! 
Shhhh. Tornados my be listening in.
I dunno, I think we should praise her for her restraint, if she really wanted to hurt him, she would have used a ceramic moose.
Ceramic moose with an extended magazine are illegal in South Carolina.
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Okay, I looked things up on Urban Dictionary. What can I say? I didn’t know that.
I grew up on a farm. To me a hay baler is this (Trust me, VERY SFW)
Okay, Billy Bob, behind the woodshed, with a wood chipper.
That would be so cool. Rent with cash in another city, chip the body into the Arkansas River…
What?
Brother Taylor, in the dining room, with a Sunday dinner.
He should have run Sunday dinner through a wood chipper afterwards.
It’s been done.