October 23, 2012 @ 2:46 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
The girls told me they’d seen a dead opossum on their walk.
“It was so sad, Mom. Just lying there.”
“So we named it Commander O’Possum. He was Irish, you see.”
Methinks She Doth Protest Too Much
Rhymes with ‘how’
On This Cold, Rainy Morning, I Think I Know What She Means
I do not think that word means what you think it means
Okay, yeah, I’ve been there.