Damn! Now I remember why I don’t mind winter – no flies. Left the car window down all day – big mistake, drove home from work in a black cloud.
Hope this warm spell helps hatch 'em all – we’ll freeze 'em to death in the Easter blizzard.
(Maybe I should move back to Seattle – no flies, just slugs, and slugs don’t have clusterf***s in your car and swim in your Pepsi.)
felt bad that no one had replied yet,
AND you used the word clusterfuck in your post.
Back to the top.
I am large,
I contradict myself,
I contain multitudes.
~Walt Whitman
Waiter…
Heck is where you go when you don’t believe in Gosh.
hehe, clusterfuck
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
The backstroke.
Dr. Watson
“I’m sorry, was that your soup?”
Reminds me of a good joke:
Waiter, can you taste my soup?
Why? What’s wrong?
Just taste it.
Too hot? Too cold?
Just taste it.
Too salty? What’s the matter?
Just taste it.
Ok, I’ll taste it. Where’s your spoon?
AHA!
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It’s not how you pick your nose, it’s where you put the boogers
There’s a mouse on my fly.