The snacks are gone, your other friends left hours ago, you’ve announced “well-p, got that big department meeting first thing tomorrow” at least five times, and still…
Seriously, I’ve used a lot of backyard recreational equipment in my time, and this is the worst I’ve ever seen. Slipshod construction, flimsy materials, totally unsuitable for its purpose. First thing tomorrow, this goes back to the store, and I’m never buying another trampoline from those people ever again!
Caveat emptor, Stephanie T.
“All right, Tom Nom, or whatever your name is, I’m on to your game! You like to make us animals look stupid by putting silly words in our mouths!
“Well, that garbage stops right now, pencil-neck! I’m putting on my stern face to warn you that if you pull that with me, I’ll monkey fusebox your argyle butterbean frackety garble bibbity-bobbity-boo!”
And the moral, Nieske V., is: Don’t annoy a writer.
Won’t somebody help me, satisfy my aching need?
‘Cause I got a big confusion ’bout the nature of my breed.
I’m puzzled at my muzzle and befuddled in my noodle
Can’t anybody tell me just what the heck’s a Schnoodle?
Righteous, Chief Sister Ossifer.
Marv: “And that brisket at the dining room last night—Feh!”
Estelle: “Quit the kvetching, Marv. Barka Raton is paradise compared to Jersey.”
[Float float float]
Marv: “Well. No told me there was gonna be no decent deli in Florida.”
Mazel Tov to MacKenzie G. and her retired pups Pepper and Pippa. Florida hoverfacts courtesy of MyPropertyInFlorida.