Great. Leaving my wife ideas for my tombstone.
At this point, I’d hate to be in Buster Brown’s shoes.
In an ironic twist, he died the very next day driving a GM Saturn.
Uhhh, huh huh… hey Beavis, he said Uranus!
I loved the Kids in the Hall sketch about the Swiss. Google it!
This crap don’t happen to Mussolini. He can at least bite weenies and make the trains run on time.
His alter ego Chris Hansen would ask all the aliens to have a seat there.
Granted, this was a time ago. Hopefully things have changed.
And that’s the story of how Stonehenge was built.
“No one knows who they were or what they were doing.”
Sounds about right.
It’s called “elective” surgery. Not making this sh!t up.
Great. Leaving my wife ideas for my tombstone.