Emus hate Californians. Just hates ’em. With a red hot, burning passion hotter than any sun. So don’t mention you are from California if the Emu is around.
Straight Line of the Day: I’ve Paid My Dues, Time After Time. For Example: … I’ve written silly SLotD sentences, but committed no crimes, and bad mistakes (Biden’s made quite a few), I’ve had my share of puns fall flat on their face, but I’ve come through.
…I could look at the menu but I just can’t eat.
I could feel the cushion but I can’t have a seat.
I could dip my foot in the pool but I can’t have a swim.
I could feel the punishment but I can’t commit the sin
I burn and loot, crime after crime.
I am a Dem, so I don’t do the time.
I avoid wooden stakes, and sunlight too.
My head is simply airspace, I haven’t a clue.
We are the chumpions, the Dems
We tax, and we spend and we spend.
We are the chumpions, we are the chumpions
No time for leading, ’cause we are the chumpions,
Netherworld
I raised 6 children, on one salary. We drove our cars into the ground. We wore hand me downs, and ate hamburger in every casserole known to man. All of the children are productive, religious, honest, good people who try to make life better. Because of that my social security payment will be somewhere around 700 dollars because I “didn’t work” the first 27 years of adulthood. Eating bon bons and watching soap opera’s is apparently not covered under social security because I didn’t “work” at all. They brought me pain and fortune and everything that goes with it, I thank them all.
I now have the right to sing the blues. And it didn’t come easy.
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face.
I had to teach Scaramouche how to do the fandango. (Not an experience I would care to repeat.)
… I’ve faced endless intimidation from a certain flightless fowl…
… I live in California…
Emus hate Californians. Just hates ’em. With a red hot, burning passion hotter than any sun. So don’t mention you are from California if the Emu is around.
I’m not sensing any sympathy here…
Your dues check hasn’t cleared yet.
I’ve never forgiven my parents for briefly living in California when I was born.
How do Tibetan Ceremonial Yaks feel about them?
They want to hug ’em and squeeze ’em and call them… Bob.
Straight Line of the Day: I’ve Paid My Dues, Time After Time. For Example: … I’ve written silly SLotD sentences, but committed no crimes, and bad mistakes (Biden’s made quite a few), I’ve had my share of puns fall flat on their face, but I’ve come through.
… I have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out….
luxury
Oh, we used to dream about getting a crust of bread. Most mornings we’d have a bowl of gravel for breakfast.
You had bowls? How posh. We had to scrape the gravel from the dirt with our bare hands.
‘Course, we had it tough.
The last thing I remember was saying, “You don’t look so tough” to Chuck Norris . . .
Chuck Norris – Salt Shaker youtube commercial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQ3vNftrQHk
…I could look at the menu but I just can’t eat.
I could feel the cushion but I can’t have a seat.
I could dip my foot in the pool but I can’t have a swim.
I could feel the punishment but I can’t commit the sin
… I’m married…
She got the wedding ring…. you got the suffering.
…but I still can’t find something new to watch on cable TV.
I burn and loot, crime after crime.
I am a Dem, so I don’t do the time.
I avoid wooden stakes, and sunlight too.
My head is simply airspace, I haven’t a clue.
We are the chumpions, the Dems
We tax, and we spend and we spend.
We are the chumpions, we are the chumpions
No time for leading, ’cause we are the chumpions,
Netherworld
I’ve Paid My Dues, Time After Time. For Example: … Nothing from nothing leaves nothing, unless it goes round in circles.
… I’ve been nominated for membership in the National Geographic Society…
Wow! Awesome! Congratulations!
And you still deign to comment here! Salt of the earth, that Bob B. Salt of the earth, I tell you.
Putting me in line for a little attention from Chuck Norris?
Chuck don’t swing that way big boy.
When I was a kitten we got nothing but store brand, chunk, packed in water tuna. And that was only at Christmas!
…I’ve had a lifetime of mental torture trying to ascertain if it’s Basil or Basil. And I don’t even LIKE pesto …
That’s Pesto.
All the taxes I paid just so the “underprivileged” could wear more expensive sneakers than me.
Once I actually had to pump my own fuel because my chauffeur had “the damn-its.”
…I’ve licked my way to the center of a Tootsie Pop.
I’ve Paid My Dues, Time After Time. For Example: …
…The IRS Takes any Profits I’ve Toiled For All Year – Year after Year.
I raised 6 children, on one salary. We drove our cars into the ground. We wore hand me downs, and ate hamburger in every casserole known to man. All of the children are productive, religious, honest, good people who try to make life better. Because of that my social security payment will be somewhere around 700 dollars because I “didn’t work” the first 27 years of adulthood. Eating bon bons and watching soap opera’s is apparently not covered under social security because I didn’t “work” at all. They brought me pain and fortune and everything that goes with it, I thank them all.
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