This is my year. I'm a bunny. I'm galloping ahead to retirement from babysitting the grandkids. (I love them dearly but it's not MY job to raise them.) I'm being promoted to a life of leisure. Income will only be adequate?Guess I won't be winning the lottery this year.
The News just ain't what it used to be.
I wonder if I could spin woolly mammoth fur?
Fascinating!
It really DOES work. If you and your home reek of onions, no one will come within a mile of you or your home, thereby keeping their nasty germs to themselves.
I could live for a week off just one of my homemade pizzas.
Poor thing. It must have been terrified to make that mad dash down the pole.
Please don't tell me Reggie's wife's name was Betty, Veronica or Snow White. A company I used to do the payroll for had an employee with the last name of Gotobed.
She certainly looks happy.
"Animals lack the capacity to be bad" He hasn't met Angel-Who-Isn't.
*drool* I think my dinner invitation has been lost in the mail.
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