I was driving my dirigible to the office when I noticed the mushrooms were wearing off.
The pterodactyl and I still have our petty disagreements, but we remain very much in love.
The last thing I remember seeing was the bushy salt-and-pepper thatch adorning Dan Rather's chest.
Tad was easily the smartest squirrel in the Navy on that fine day.
Great electric lights!
Sure, the monkey could hardly drive after all that tequila, but the beautiful sunset more than made up for the swerving, the odor, and the incessant "cheep cheep" sounds.
No comments:
Post a Comment