Teh Squeaky Wheel
“That’s a cat’s butt urn.”
“What’s a cat’s butt urn?”
“Oh, about ten bucks an hour; damned minimum wage laws!”
Coup de Grass — a novel of lawn Nazi’s, dueling neighbors, pink flamingos, and flatulance.
Ooooh…can we get a Netflix development deal?
Happy Thursday, Fatwa and good morning, GN! Other than that, sadly, I got nuthin’.
Mrs. Sven’s comment on the band, Confederate Railroad, being disinvited to play at the Illinois fair because of their name: “I guess Nashville Pussy won’t have a chance at replacing them.”
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Fatwa -- groan
Sven -- Heh! But I bet Male Vagina would be perfectly acceptable.
G’day, Sven and Paddy!
Hope that Confederate Railroad (whom I’d never heard of prior to this morning) has a cause of action against the IL Fair…mostly ’cause I’m so sick of PC carp.
Tote up another “Heh!” for Mrs. Sven.
I guess “front hole” -- the new PC term for vagina which was floated a while back -- never caught on, did it?