If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
Because let's face it, you can't have too many mini-van and Kraft ads, chock full of recipes that even starving Somalians somehow know to reject, even in their near death delirium...no, I wasn't the culprit. The Missus had a subscrip foisted upon upon her by her next to youngest sister.
Oooh, that IS good... I must remember this!
HA! Who got you this? It's awesome.
I'm with the rest of you. I must remember to do this.
What? Hey-- why do you keep looking at me? I don't even have your address!
At least it's not Playgirl.
I already have a subscription to this magazine.
WP- Glad to know others are in the same boat.S.D.- Bear in mind, the gag loses some punch if you actually send it to a working mother.Flann- I know it was you...Boob Lady- Ah, the old "who did it?" gambit. Maybe it wasn't Flannery, but you!CP- Sure, like you you "remembered" to do it to me? Nice try. Now I KNOW it was you!Johnny- A likely story. Guilty!Elizabeth- Good point.Grant- That figures. When I think working mother, I think of you.
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