Maybe I won't get a(the) kilt.
Edit per Stu.
Way too long for me too.
I've been looking for a nice young lady to drain my pickle for some time now.
A sad sad sad poem...
There are billions of people and a version of normal to go along with each one of them. No two versions are exactly the same. There will be hundreds of thousands of little things that make up your version of normal. With any luck you can find people that have close to the same idea of what normal is that you do. These are your friends. Anyone else you try to tolerate as best you can. .... The exact definition of normal depends on who's running the asylum.
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Just thought I would stop in to say Hi and to wish you and yours a great and Happy Thanksgiving!
The poor, poor bats.
DG - HTG back at you!
Sue - Should I get a kilt? And hang upside down? And pass out in about 15 seconds.
Are these what pop up when you google "penis"?
Kirk - I pop up when a female says the word penis out loud. Well, not anymore. My pop-up days are over.
Draining the pickle is a new one. I'm partial to "phoning the czar."
As a born Scot, I have to remind you , it is THE kilt, never A kilt.
Draining the pickle, LOL!
the simiply human garbage can I knew what it was - then I saw it. OMG that made me laugh.
And draining your pickle.
Thank you for the Monday Morning giggles Mike!
Bill - I'd never heard that before so I checked the Urban dictionary. There it was!
Stu - Well I learned something new today. One thing is enough for a day. I'm taking a nap.
Deb - This was a new one for me too, along with Phoning the Czar. But I knew exactly what the joke was with the pickle.
Peg - I knew something wasn't right because of the girl shoes.
All good, but the poem is THE. BEST!
Mike, I'm thankful for your visit and for the comment you left on my post the other day. Your visits and comments encourage me to keep on blogging.
Kathy - And all too true.
DG - I'll be back!
Love the penis poem but I don't get the simple human thing.
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