Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Vobis Non Me Dux.
Guy calls in to work, tells the boss He won't be in. Boss demands an reason. Guy says he came down with a severe case of anal glaucoma. Boss says what's that? Guy says, Well, I just can't see my ass coming in today.
Can I assume that, by seeing two blog entries since 8/31, that the second phone call about your grandpa didn't come and that he'll be sticking around a bit longer? I hope you give us some good news. I, for one, am hanging by the seat of my pants.
Another one of the many reasons why I don't jog.
Killer Willard - Boxing Kangaroo.
He shoulda' had a gun. Doesn't everyone jog with a gun? Well, a shambok then...db
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