Someone was gonna do it. It might as well be me.
Granted. But what was “it”?
And who’s gonna wipe “it” up?
And it wasn’t even Friday!!
Veb
It was this.
Not to mention *^%%$# prissed up Marie Antoinette scarfing down the supermarket pound cake she foisted off on us. And then there’s Karl Marx hogging the hard cheese, the Kaiser and his kraut fixation and let’s not even mention Eutychus snorking down every last can of Vienna sausages in the house.
Sheesh, it started w/ Lynn and Godiva’s. Now every icon, living and dead, eats us out of house and home.
::tosses David B. and Sartre a crust of baguette::
Hell, this is like that lame SF movie, where insect and marine life take over. ::smacks Mozart and wrestles away linzertorte::
The horror, the horror…
Veb
The worst part was he left the bowl sitting on the counter and all that cheese stuff dried to gunk and I can’t scrape it out. JP and I got into an argument and the next thing you know I’m excommunicated.
LMAO! CheifScott, you crack me up!