Hop on? Hop off
Men. They're just like buses.
They belch clouds of noxious gases behind them.
Treat the road like they own it.
Resistant to Change.
You wait around forever for one.
And then 5 come along at once.
posted by Cherrypie at 5:23 pm
8 Comments:
pick the rich one!
(did I say that?? no no not me)
Any Scandinavians? Betty wants them.
Room for three more on top!
Hold tight please.
getting greedy eh
Diss zounds like a gut vay to schtart our zession..
Datz es eet, let out all of your hoztilitiessensplatzenkopf.
How long have you velt diz vay und ven did it schtart?
I've spent all day trying to come up with some sort of bus-related pun, but can't do anything better than Vicus.
Enjoy the ride.
Five? Blimey, I'm very impressed. One for each day and the weekend is your own.
i'm waiting for an email to hear the story behind the story...
:)
well said!
good to catch up with you, sweet-as-pie.
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