With “Miss Jones” being the generic name for a woman who would never be his Mrs?…
My luck is so bad that I am tempted to introduce my current partner as my future ex. “And this is my future ex-girlfriend Gladys” (sigh)…
I mean, doesn’t it dribble down to their face? Eeew…
And bears (though the swiping of pic-a-nic-a baskets might be problematic)…
I hop to their place for waffles because they are selling like…well, you know…
It’s always nice to see the Poles and Hawaiians getting along…
An old Alka-Seltzer commercial from the 70s…
She may be a fir tree but she is more like a beech…
Here in Florida (and I guess other public beaches too) lifeguards (of which I was one) forbid digging holes in the sand that deep because it has led to people (especially children) getting trapped and buried when the tide rolls in…
With “Miss Jones” being the generic name for a woman who would never be his Mrs?…