Who Stunk Up The Garage?
You know women sometimes unjustly accuse men of smelling somewhat less like roses and a little more to the onion side of the scale. Well, a blow for all (man)kind was struck this week. During a sneak out to the garage to get a big orange drink I discovered the newest addition to the pets around here. The prettiest black and white striped critter. Being wise, I had a run in with its cousin when I was twelve, soon as I saw it I slowly backed away back into the house. Eureka! (I have plan!) I told the women that we had a new (cat) and they should see if it would let them pet it. He, He. Now what could possible go wrong. Let me count the ways. Jokes are not appreciated by the women folks.
posted by Old Gramps at 7:57 AM
2 Comments:
you'd better watchout or you'll be strung up by your toes soon! C says it sounds like something he would have done.
Dad, dad,daddaddaddaddad...
Between the apple core and the polecat, there doesn't seem to be much hope for those of us standing down-wind of the gene pool. Your son and grandson are going to get the "Don't Even Think About It" look for quite awhile once your daughter-in-law reads this...
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