A work of rare genius. Demented on SO many levels.
Polymer gravy!!! I used to date a gal name Polly Merr. Resinous. Couldn’t get her off me.
A Clinger. Had one of those myself, once. Onya.
Made my Thanksgiving! I’m quite sure Kathy’s is worse even than you depict here, but not for lack of trying or skill! Hope you and the missus had a good one, too.
I can tough it out with Kathy for maybe an hour but after that the nausea becomes overwhelming and I have to go outside and breathe in a bag for a few minutes until everything stops spinning. And if I try working on anything below her neck I can go about 15 minutes, tops. Then I need the next 3 days off.
Just too high a price to pay.
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
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