I need brain bleach.
Just wait until we have Pun Day. And Talk Like a Pirate Day. And No Pants Day. And puns about pirates with no pants.
I need brain bleach.
I need brain bleach.
I keep having visions of winged moobs fluttering about...
*prances*
*gyrates*
*jiggles*
HEAD ASPLODE!
Glad the drilling is done!Everyone.
The drilling has stopped! The silence is eerie.
The root, where it entered our foundations, is 5 1/2 inches in diameter. It traveled for 18 yards, across the living room, past the dining room and ends in the first hallway. (!)
The end is in sight!!
Imp, the moobs are the least of it. But this ^ is entertaining.
We're rooting for you, Gail!
ROAR
*groans*At least she found the root cause of the problem.