The frisbees don’t land on their own roof, always the neighbor’s.
Frisbeeterians believe that when you die, your soul goes on the roof and you can’t get it down.
Elementary, my dear Toby
or like our place after my cousin turfed the old tenant, the dryer knobs and the balance spring from the garage door. He won’t be back, he has warrants
You used to be able to tell if they had swings or something in the yard, but no more.
Doh!
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Lucy Rudy over 4 years ago
The frisbees don’t land on their own roof, always the neighbor’s.
John Wiley Premium Member over 4 years ago
Frisbeeterians believe that when you die, your soul goes on the roof and you can’t get it down.
arianseren over 4 years ago
Elementary, my dear Toby
Flatlander, purveyor of fine covfefe over 4 years ago
or like our place after my cousin turfed the old tenant, the dryer knobs and the balance spring from the garage door. He won’t be back, he has warrants
cuzinron47 over 4 years ago
You used to be able to tell if they had swings or something in the yard, but no more.
fix-n-fly over 4 years ago
Doh!