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Wednesday, August 27, 2003MusingsI stood up last night and hit my head on Mars. Who can I sue? No one wears skirts that the breeze can blow up any more. Except Scotsmen. How DOES a cat decide what needs to be licked? Some wanker called the town and reported that my edgings had grown too high. I am ordered to weed-wack. Can I wack the wanker if I ever find out who it was? So, do they wack wankers in Walla Walla, Washington? I feel like crap and I have a 12 hour shift at the ambulance on Saturday. Don't piss me off. Why would a politician named Joe Davis elect to use his middle name, Gray? It's so, so... gray. Like oatmeal. Yeah, that's the ticket... Oatmeal Davis. The new "Man Show" just plain sucks. Today is el Jefe, Glenn's, birthday. And, Michele just had her birthday and anniversary. I'd spank Michele but not Glenn. That's just the way I am. -- posted by Chuck at Wednesday, August 27, 2003 | E-mail | Permalink | Main | 0 comments
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