When Your Desire For Bread Exceeds Your Desire For Modesty
Category: Funny
When Cramming Was Cool
Mid-century festivities seemed to involve the tight mass gathering of young people.
This Renault is overflowing with ladies.
But more popular than cramming cars was cramming booths. This telephone booth is purportedly crammed with 22 California college boys. The only cramming I did in college was for exams.
Another tactic was to go in sideways. Good thing most folks weighed under 200 lbs then. I’d hate to be the fellow at the bottom or the one with a receiver stuck in my side.
Today’s cramming is mostly limited to food. And boy, do we ace that!
Coot For Sale Here
Mint condition coot! Comes with cardigan, plaid pants, shined shoes, and pool rake!
Actually, Dr. George R. Starr, Jr wasn’t the coot; his coot decoys were. At this point, he had a collection of 1,000 decoys, mostly ducks, but some swans. Yep, he was so wild about them that he wrote a book in ’78 called How to Make Working Decoys. His son, Gary, continues the tradition at starrdecoys.com, if any of you should find yourselves in need of some fake ducks.
Young Conan O’Brien Feeds White Rats In Home Ec
Donating Back All The Books I Read In Quarantine
I read a lot of books in the tub. Since I only buy clearance books from the used book store, my budget is small. When I’m done, I simply donate them back. I could stand around for an hour and wait for them to ultimately offer me $1.78 for 45 books, but I prefer to just drop the boxes off and leave. The one I finished today was “In Such Good Company” by Carol Burnett. Only $3 and I read it while my husband was at his cardiac therapy. Next up: The Art of Racing in the Rain.
This Sprite Is Tight But Randy Is Dandy
Who needs a carbonated beverage when hot and hunky Randy is only a meter away, and his Chanel Pour Monsieur is wafting toward you on the wings of love, mingled with the musky scent of teen athlete? Focus, Joyce, or you’ll drop your pom.
Hormones are high all around. Looks like she’s got designs on this guy.
The sight of Bill literally made Sally’s jaw fall open.
Too much nuzzling!
A’courting we shall go.
Whoa, boy…
He shall be mine by nightfall. I will yet ensnare him.
Me Coming Out Of Quarantine Like
Gang Signs Of The Single Man
When They Tell You What’s In Store For Summer Of 2020
Chocolates Or I Shoot You: Accurate Depiction Of Motherhood
Oft is the time I’ve enjoyed a Whitman’s Sampler; Walgreen’s always has them in supply. But what of this metal box of Loveliness? Isn’t that a fruit of the spirit? No, I forget myself. Loveliness is full of surprise centers. Forrest Gump’s mother was well-acquainted with these. I received neither last Sunday. But at least I’m not stuck on a frontier with my frock stuck in a cactus.
When Her Firm Handshake Debilitates You
While Knuckles McGee appears to be subjecting her partner to pain, they’re actually just bopping to some 50s jive. What really gets my attention is the ducktail hairdo, in all its greasy glory. You don’t see that one much these days. Looks like a lot of work!
Twist & Shout & Shout & Shout
It’s February 12, 1964, and nobody in New York City cares a farthing that it’s Abraham Lincoln’s birthday. The Beatles have just arrived in NYC, and frenzied Beatlemaniacs across the street from New York’s Plaza Hotel are losing. Their. Minds.
I Don't Get It 