Spike ,'Potential'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
When I was about 4, I took my mom's checkbook and saw an address on the corner of the checks (though this was before I could really read). I thought address meant letter, so I ripped out all the checks and mailed them in a the mailbox on the corner. I actually remember doing this and feeling like I was being very helpful and grown up.
The mailman returned them the next day.
Tell him that there are invisible clowns just outside the fence?
My mother and my cousin both did similar things.
Old Stanley Botting found my mother a half-mile away from the homestead and brought her back in his buggy.
It was up to 55 degrees here today. now we are hearing thunder. Spring, here we come!
It would be wrong to dress as a clown, wait outside the gate
Well, on the other side of the fence by the tree. He told us he got out by climbing a tree and leaping over the fence. Then climbing over the chainlink fence in the neighbor's yard. He also ripped up his pants in the process.
The Leif story gets better as you go along, Gud.
Well, on the other side of the fence by the tree. He told us he got out by climbing a tree and leaping over the fence. Then climbing over the chainlink fence in the neighbor's yard. He also ripped up his pants in the process.
Yikes. Leif reminds me of the kid in the commercial where he is playing hide and seek with his dad and he is hiding over the father's head in a doorway. I don't remember what the commercial is for. Good luck keeping track of him.
I used to leave every day when my mom fell asleep on the couch watching soaps. I have a horror of Kara doing the same thing to me.
It's definitely still on. Nice boss totally knows and is lying.
I can only repeat what everyone else has said, which is that they suck and should be stricken with boils.
Sounds like you need an inflatable lawn clown [link] by the gate.....
Deena! How's the packing going?
Well, on the other side of the fence by the tree. He told us he got out by climbing a tree and leaping over the fence. Then climbing over the chainlink fence in the neighbor's yard. He also ripped up his pants in the process.
Sounds like an adventure to me.
Tree clowns. Deffinately start telling him tales of tree clowns.