Just because I AM wearing pants, it means I’m AM planning to put my winkle in the fax machine. I just don’t have a cover letter. Or the number to fax to…
pbuckland…yeah…I iron. Then I eat Tums and go around the house fixing everything I just broke because of how much I hate ironing. Please tell me the idea of trying to iron nice creases on the sleeves on a long sleeve shirt on a devise as nefarious as an ironing board is a joke. We can send men to the moon, build cars that run on vegetable oil, but cannot make an ironing board that is both stable and shaped to allow me to lay a shirt flat…oh, God, I could go on for hours on this one subject…how sad. I like polyester!!
Gee…just as I was beginning to think I should post a comment on the witty and nebulous humor to be found here…alright, then, Frog Applause sucks. OK I take it back…great strip, it makes the grey matter twitch a little.
Hey…it’s “O’ Brother, Where Art Thou?” You will see wonderous things…a cow on the roof of a cottonhouse or a business exec in coach.