beep the cellar
My elbows lack grease. I'd shoot for the moon but my gun, made of ice cream, got slobbered upon by my neighbour's rottweiler, rendering it defunct. Raking in the dough does not sound particularly appealing if you consider what a rake does, and what dough does when raked.
4 comments:
Beats picking up the pieces.
you used it up raking leaves.
You do seem to have trouble with those elbows of yours.
zhoen: pieces of ice cream? I didn't think ice cream could be measured in pieces.
ghost: I used my elbows up raking leaves? How could I possibly have done that if I still have my elbows?
Deb: you have no idea.
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