And the duck came down. The secret four letter word is still-DIET....(Y'all do know about Groucho Marx and the duck, don't cha?)...I am that old.
Why am I still up milling around? It's cold. My knee is screaming, ''It's cold, fool. Go to bed!''. I made 15.00 at 1:30 AM (hopefully. maybe....
And then throw up a smelly hairball on your pillow--while you're USING it for sleeping purposes.
There's that four letter word again--DIET...... I actually once owned a fat cat. She was 25 lbs and resembled a square grey striped fake fur...
Going up. Heaven? the Enterprise?
Randomacts, I have a four letter word for you--DIET...You might want to cut down on the drinks, too.
Just a little meowwy foot, from something that ain't no Puddy Tat. Edit: say wat? ''Meowy'' foot? Now does that make sense?
Well, now I've laughed myself into a coughing fit!..Licking AND rubbing........maybe we shouldn't go THERE......
Yes! This is how I've always pictured Randmacts! Right on the nose!
The idea that you should be glad to work for what amounts to nothing merely because they demand that you do is the definition of coercion....
Did this to me, too. Said I got .50 bonus. Duh. Even if I fantastically screwed up the main task, I know I answered the pattern questions...
Does any body else find this..well, bazaar? And you can't take your eyes off it?
There he is! The Cat of All He Surveys......this means, in case you don't know, that he owns the place.
My, what a big snout you have, Grandma.
That would be Texas City. No question in my mind. You don't wanna know how I know.
You do know that I'm 72? I've met them all. 'Bout the only thing age has going for it--experience(that you are no longer physically able to use).
Please allow Rando to be an ass. Then we can ALL be asses......'cause that's what the internet is for. Asses...of various kinds. Even barnyard...
I know the feeling. Mom made my favorite canned thing of all(besides her dill pickles, of course), and that was watermelon rind pickles. All clove...
Me too! And my mom made a peach/mango jam with a spoonful of brandy on top. The brandy turned the top fruit brown, but no body cared. That was...
Next step. Butter and jam.
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