Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
Reason #6 I like my dog: I rarely have to clean up the cat hork. (Bob does it without pants too :)
HAHAHAHAHA.Man, the mileage I've gotten out of this joke is something else!
So trying to ignore the Rule 34 implications here...
(Seems like nobody has any nerve today, looks like it's up to me.)Tam says: "Hey, can you take the trash out? I'm not wearing any pants."Once again Tam, this information is useless to us without pictures.
That is a pretty lame excuse not to take out the trash; I say so because it has never worked for me when I have tried it on my wife. She just tells me to "either pants-up like a real man or run like a crazy guy." Both ways work, but some neighbors remain distant to this day.
Rick beat me to it.If that makes one of us a dirty old man, we must both be (I'm 44--I'm no' old!).
If one takes the trash out in the dark...Oops, was that out loud?Captcha, I swear on stiletto heels:REDNEC
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