Sometimes I feel like a nut....sometimes I don't.
Goober.
My front yard is nearly flooded because of all the rain. Was going to mow but now ... I think I'll pass.
You could build a boat.
You could build a boat.
Damn, next weekend is Easter - at least, I can eat like crap, be fat and not feel guilty. Thanks, Jesus.
Dear Dad--
Brownbaggin is a fat, guiltless, ungratelul piece of crap. Give his room to bbsam. He's shown worlds of improvement.
Your faithful son,
Jesus
I live on a houseboat.
Slay you? And place my own soul back into peril? I think not, sir. Now go tell Jesus you are sorry and maybe we can squeeze you back into heaven...maybe you can bunk with Jim and Tammy Faye. Don't let the crying bring you down. It's still better than the alternative. Maybe.