And upon the realization all pronounced the day won.
Monday, August 31, 2009
We got a floater...
The other day I was standing on the subway platform when I reached for my book. I was momentarilly distracted by some people in shiny orange vests sitting over yonder, I took and gander and saw they were asunder. Upon further inspection it was evdient they were ridding the system of an asbestos infection. So I was not paying attention and my poor book slipped from my pearly paws and bounced tither and hither and landed amongst the tracks below:
And upon the realization all pronounced the day won.
And upon the realization all pronounced the day won.
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4 comments:
Butt baby? That's my cute nickname for Lindsay!
is that an intestine? or a umbilical cord! ONE AND THE SAME I TELL YOU!
Gross. At least you didn't make the baby brown...You win the "Drippiest Most Grossest Nasty Baby" award. Good job dude!
See, they always say pregnant women shouldn't drink, but they really need to remind mothers that sucking helium is also a hazard to their child.
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