If she doesn't want it, can I have it? I need one.One ran into me today, hit my shin and knocked itself out. I picked it up, revived it and just started a story this afternoon based on it. Do you want it back?
If she doesn't want it, can I have it? I need one.One ran into me today, hit my shin and knocked itself out. I picked it up, revived it and just started a story this afternoon based on it. Do you want it back?
Hello, Frank. I got a little worried that you might have gone out with the meat wagon that left here on Friday. We lose more thread members that way.Sorry! I haven’t been around. I had to make a trip. I hate traveling! All the planning, finding the best route… But I’m back.
Sure, WM. Don't know if it works, but it's about a short dog, Scottish Sausage, who spends most of the novel trying to jump the curb in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater. During his trials and tribulations, SS witnesses many dramatic events in the lives of the pedestrians as well as the motorists driving Hollywood Boulevard. Near the point of total exhaustion, he ...If she doesn't want it, can I have it? I need one.
Sure, WM. Don't know if it works, but it's about a short dog, Scottish Sausage, who spends most of the novel trying to jump the curb in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater. During his trials and tribulations, SS witnesses many dramatic events in the lives of the pedestrians as well as the motorists driving Hollywood Boulevard. Near the point of total exhaustion, he ...
That's as far as the damned plot bunny got before SR stole him back.
I wish I could, Dawg, but SR needs to provide the tail end of the tale. The damned bunny only left jelly beans here. Urban legend has it that the MC disappeared among the ample busom of a Marilyn Monroe look-alike. The only evidence of his ordeal was a glove and a hat found at the scene.
NO! You can't stop there. I must know what happened to the little fellow. You've got to keep going.
Hello, Frank. I got a little worried that you might have gone out with the meat wagon that left here on Friday. We lose more thread members that way.
spies Haggis approaching. That gives him the spur he's needed. Quick like a bunny, he leaps onto the sidewalk and runs as if he were about to be made into minced gut meal. Never again does he return to Grauman's.Sure, WM. Don't know if it works, but it's about a short dog, Scottish Sausage, who spends most of the novel trying to jump the curb in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater. During his trials and tribulations, SS witnesses many dramatic events in the lives of the pedestrians as well as the motorists driving Hollywood Boulevard. Near the point of total exhaustion, he ...
FIFYJust think of it as you being on the other side of situations from when people waited around for you because
Sure, WM. Don't know if it works, but it's about a short dog, Scottish Sausage...
Somebody got up on the wrong side of their laxative this morning.Quit being a brat with all of those puns
Not so much a brat as a hot dog.
Somebody got up on the wrong side of their laxative this morning.
A heaping serving of grits would help that.