. . . or not.
Imagine an (OVERLY ornately decorated store front catering to chocoholics: Rococo Cocoa.
Your fortune is in your hands. . .
Grandmaster Level Bullshit
A whole lotta nuthin’ goin’ on. . . and coming out of Kamawa (FWEEDOM!) Hawwis’s mouth.
They Aren’t Even Trying to Hide Their Agenda
. . .not really.
Always Give Yourself an Edge
Ya know, having only ONE knife on my person just doesn’t cut it for me. Stay sharp, friends.
Another Politician? *flush*
My view of politicians in general is that modern plumping is a Really Good Thing, because when one is regular and daily gives birth to a politician, one can always just reach for the flush lever. . .
Life goes on. . .
While we were sad to bid goodbye to Jaxson, still there is our lil Copy Cat.
RIP, Olde Pharte Tom
Well, Jaxson (Max’s son, hence the spelling) has departed this vale of tears for The Land of Catnip and Sunshine Snoozes. Good cat. Known a lot of cats, and I can think of no more cuddly tom or one with a more engaging personality. It has been almost a decade since he last felt like playing fetch, but the memories of his lap massages and vocalizations are a comfort. We made his last days as comfortable and filled with care as he allowed, and he went gently into that good night.
‘Bye, buddy.
#gag-spew
Keurig “coffee.” *meh* If I wanted instant coffee, I’d probably just drink Folgers. *shudder*
See Inigo Montoya
Looks like a neologism from the “mind” of Potty Pants Joe. . .
Ah! The Magic “and” Again!
“Me and a bunch of my friends had rented. . . ” That magic “and” – once again used to make the monumentally stupid “Ugg. *chimp scratches; chows on louse found in armpit* Me had rented. . . ” into something acceptable to idiots.