lily34 wrote:

Wild Turkey or no?

 oldviolin wrote:

AND National Drinking With Chickens Day. i kid  you not.

It's World Turtle Day so remember to hug a turtle on the way to school. They shell appreciate it...

Is versus It. Name your definitive beneficiary!

Normalcy is the new black...

 GeneP59 wrote:
It actually wasn't broken, it was just full of crumbs and it's a quality toaster so it was worth taking it apart to clean it out. I could have fixed any number of things around here but yesterday I needed the toast worse. Today I'm out of bread so I just ate jelly. lol
I sort of was thinking of myself as the toastess with the mostess. I could have said toaster with the moster but that sounds dumb and anyhow I'm pretty secure in my masculinity.
Besides, my retirement will be more of a retreadment. Coulda woulda shoulda and ribbons just to keep it real. Real enough for 260,000 Toasts in one thread anyhow...

I broke that toaster that OV fixed.
I’m going to start breaking things so he can repair them in retirement. That should keep him busy for quite a few years.

Headlines! Cockroach on the red carpet preempts the Met Gala! Talk about relevant juxtaposition!

Today I fixed a toaster just to prove to myself that I could. Tomorrow I'm going to fix toast. The next day I'm going to make a toast; to the mysteriously enduring image on the toast I fixed yesterday with the toaster I fixed the day before just to prove that I could. Whew! Appliance repair sure is exhausting...

What? No Marconi? No Archimedes? No Plato? No Koala bears?  Daaaaaaang

Snake say "what the cluck!"
Chicken say "eat first, explain later"

First, call the cloud down. Perhaps call down the cloud. That's better. Next, choose emotion coordinated coloration and trim package.
I chose Abracadabra for no reason in particular except that the playlist was better.
Finally, I walked into the midst of it and the pearl was my oyster...

 haresfur wrote:

What? Me worry?

i have amnesia. 
i mean, insomnia.
i don't know...i can't remember. i'm very tired...

I heard an old bark horse once ask, "when they dig them up, what will they be?" Suddenly a squirrel fell through the drop ceiling and its stash of nuts fell like ping pong balls all over the ice-cream you scream we all screen the nice dream. Anyhow, being lactose intolerant is a bummer...

That's Itt! Get your own cousin!

 What next? Artificial indulgence?

 (former member) wrote: 
A big ol' bag of hobo cracklins' fresh from the tribal cauldron...

What's next? Artificial edifice?