"When I was a boy, Momma would send me down to da corner store wit' a dolla,and I'd come back wit' fie pounds o' potatuhs, two loafs o' bread, three pints o' milk, a pound o' cheese, a packet o' tea, an' a haff dozen eggs. Yeh can't do dat nowadays . . .
too many damm security cameras."
why that almsot sounds racist :P
ReplyDeleteDamn storekeepers don't trust nobody no more!
ReplyDeleteword verification= wancer... hehehe
Andy, shame shame for accusing me of racist undertones.
ReplyDeleteTJ, is there anything that you can't make something of? ANYTHING?
Hmmm.... must be the new morphine prescription... had to have it doubled due to more pain problems... yeah, we'll go with that...
ReplyDeleteoh hell... word verification= squal... hehehe
BAHAHAHAHA!
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