Born on the tundra and raised by wolves, now lost in the big city
Sock it to ’em.
Sure, blame the dog.
Ah, yes; Y2K. The good old days when all we had to worry about was a global technological system collapse.
I hate when that happens.
Oh deer.
I believe it’s called “schadenfreude”.
I’ll settle for peace with my in-laws for the holidays.
Born to be wild
I once made the mistake of going to the mall on Christmas eve. That’s the closest I ever what to get to experiencing a zombie apocalypse,
Up on the housetop, click-click-click….
Sock it to ’em.