At least he can reach his toes. I can only do my left foot.
I use scissors.
And how did Quincy get hold of it?
He’s gunning for bear.
At the watering hole.
Like the joke I once heard. “I used to call him nerd. I used to call him dweeb. I used to call him dork. Now I call him boss.”
A drawn-out argument.
The tree won’t have to clean them up.
If they had a boat, they wouldn’t be stranded.
That’s what I do. (I have a smartphone, but I’m too dumb to figure out how to get my voicemails.)
At least he can reach his toes. I can only do my left foot.