In addition to having no taste in crackers, and being hopeless with eyeliner and mascara, the Religious Right, Inc. continues to advocate the use of "foundation garments." I will say no more; i have no doubt that even such an eliptical reference has already caused some of our lapine and feline cohortresses to nearly swoon . . .
The hortress is out in the fortress eating stackers of crackers
One very hung-over morning in the bad old days, my friend told me he had hardly slept a wink the night before, because i had been careering around the house, loudly vilifying the "whores and the Austrians." Never did know what set me off, although it may have been a bad batch of cut-rate crackers . . . yeah, that was likely it . . .
Cracker stacker reporting for duty, sir!
LOL! Sure it wasn't the Australians?
I am a Hortress, I believe...
Who's fortress are you eating stackers of crackers in?
I am off crispbreads....
I am afortressed...
I thought we'd talked to you about those girdles of yours, dlowanbie. You don't really need one. We CAN'T see you.
I meant I was sans fortress, Bethieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
Girdling aforethought, not always wise, them are often painful if you wish to actually, uh, sit.
Pooh on the half-shell!
Dammit, I missed that earlier!!!!
Geez, i thought this might be a thread about white people...guess i'll go get my keeblers and enjoy the rabbit stew.
This damned Bunny thing is getting out of hand...
Shaddup and eat your carrots...
