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Date: 1/19/2021 11:02:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
“Brussel” Crow? |
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Date: 1/20/2021 12:10:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...Jesus? Weeeellllllllllllllll maybe. I think it looks more like Jim Morrison. Probably worth more since there are so many toast/cow paddy/tree knot/cloud likenesses of the Holy Son out there already.  |
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Date: 1/20/2021 12:13:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
..."Mrs. Sproutfire"? |
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Date: 1/20/2021 12:17:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...and in response to your first two questions: What do you see when you open a jar of peanut butter? EMPTY JAR How about if you open a box of Rice Crispies? EMPTY BOX It's such a heckuva chore for people to throw trash out around here. |
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Date: 1/20/2021 3:44:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
^^^^^. You been hanging out with Tommy Chong? Maaan? |
Date: 1/20/2021 5:17:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry!  As soon as I read your post, I opened the peanut butter jar and looked inside and I saw "Alfred Hitchcock!" I am not quite sure what to make of that, but I'll take it as a good omen. Six days ago, "The Talking Dog's" cronies locked me up in a storm shelter "somewhere" in the mid west. "They" strapped me to a gurney and fed me 151 rum and sugar free chocolate syrup, twice daily. Every two hours, "some one" who smelled really good, came and tickled my left foot for exactly three minutes. It was horrible. I now weigh approximately one hundred and three pounds, the only thing I ever want to eat is brussels sprout and all the hair in my nose has fallen out. "The Talking Dog" returned from "our nation's capital" this evening. He had to hitch a ride on an eighteen wheeler, loaded with "Grade III" live chickens. He maintains that he can't remember having me kidnapped and needs to borrow six thousand dollars to hire a shrink. It seems that "Miss Schobert" gave him a fungus; then, called him a fungus, and had him cast "over the fence." "It's a wonderful life.".... abra cadabra  |
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Date: 1/20/2021 5:53:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
Glad your among the living Kronk. Alfred Hitchcock in your peanut butter? Wonder what you’re liable to find in a jar grape jelly. I’m no psychiatrist but I play one on T.V., and before you know it you come to realize that the “Storm Shelter “ is actually a covert operation that L.E.D. , got paid to lure you into. Brussel sprouts not included. In order to gain weight, try Spam in mass quantities while surfing off Wai ki ki beach. It works for those who’ve exercised this practice while being observed in clinical quarters. That’s all the news that’s fit to print. Chocolate never harmed me in any way..... |
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Date: 1/20/2021 7:06:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
...Dave isn't here. |
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