Humor

It’s about the journey, the in-betweens.

Try these lyrics (by Tam) with My Favorite Things. (If you can’t remember it, listen to Julie Andrew’s.

Sure enough, a young and rather attractive blonde started hovering near that side of the car with the occasional glance inside and then toward the store.

But, from the looks of what’s happening in this picture, I fear the dreaded Sonoran black lichen bear may get to him first.

On numbered roads, whether expressed in numbers or written out, the speed limit will be that road’s number.

Retroproctologist (I don’t want to know.)

Here’s an aid to target shooting terminology: Pasters reduce visual distractions.

He: No, dear. [pause] Does it bother you that I pick up sluts on business trips?