Maybe I’ll understand when I have children of my own, though I do vaguely recall an enlistment of sorts into a secret espionage mission my sis and I engaged in when we were infants. Let’s just say it left one large hole in the background and a dead rat we called, “Big Momma.”
Um….
…HUH?
Maybe I’ll understand when I have children of my own, though I do vaguely recall an enlistment of sorts into a secret espionage mission my sis and I engaged in when we were infants. Let’s just say it left one large hole in the background and a dead rat we called, “Big Momma.”
Mission: Not So Successful
true things, sir.
never trust a creature that laughs at you when it poops itself.
thank god for you, dame
i was beginning to think i’d lost my touch
I am still lost…
😳
it is a spin on the old joke ::
*i don’t trust anything that bleeds for 5 days and doesn’t die*
though if i been privy to dame wiggy’s point i’d have gone straight there and skipped the peas.
HaHa Its kinda like Keith Richards and drugs. Thats why he cannot be killed by conventional weapons.