Things have taken a turn for the worse at the McEnroe household. The liquor remains buried in the snow out back, and roaming packs of polar bears, angry at not being declared endangered, are intercepting even 4WD deliveries from the beer distributor...
...while the icy winter hell contiues to stalk suburbia...
...and we're forced to burn limbs off our wooden Al Gore Collectible Cigar Store Indian (A Franklin Mint Collectible!) for warmth. We're assuming it's our cigar store Al... anyway, it stopped fighting and screaming after the second limb...
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