They may be louder than a trombone, but they reek the worst when encountered in a grocery store aisle and it's producer has scurried far away leaving you to be the suspect.
Put it here ... I can't wait to read it. I have the Captcha turned OFF but blogger insists it be there. You should be able to bypass it.
** Anonymous, please use a name at the end of your comment. You're all starting to look alike.
*** Moderation has been added due to Spam and a Commenter a little too caustic. I welcome comments, but talk of killing and racist (or even close to racist) are not welcome.
RE: Farts
ReplyDeleteThey may be louder than a trombone, but they reek the worst when encountered in a grocery store aisle and it's producer has scurried far away leaving you to be the suspect.
Have a most wonderful Thursday.
One of The Blonde's nephews would have loved #3 when he was a kid.
ReplyDeleteCurmudgeon, Mrs. Woodsterman has been left in that same aisle you're referring to.
ReplyDeleteedutcher, that kid isn't normal.
ReplyDeleteDon't get me started.
ReplyDeleteedutcher, OK ... tough break.
ReplyDeleteWho would cut down a tree stand.
ReplyDeleteAll good ones Odie.