If the walls
in my
apartment
could talk
they’d probably
ask me
why I am always
staring at them
.
I put all this effort into understanding the variant meanings of Ø and it was all for naught
If the walls
in my
apartment
could talk
they’d probably
ask me
why I am always
staring at them
.
I put all this effort into understanding the variant meanings of Ø and it was all for naught
Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2 and commented:
Nice tie!
Thanksd avi dbrucebl og!
Thank you for the laugh out loud! 😆
Thank you, Betty!
Thank YOU! 😁
Uncle Yoda spent hours learning to fasten his kite to a string and it was all for knot. ☺
Hah!
I don’t know what you’re drinking but I so want one right now.
All for naught–classic.
Thanks, PIF!
Was is that drink, anyway?
A lychee martini. It was very, very good.
Oooh, yes.
With me, it’s all er nuthin’.
Is it all er nuthin’ with you?
There was a thin line between Perry Mason and Jeane Dixon. One followed a hunch, while the other hatched a prediction.
ha!
If my walls could talk they’d ask why I’m staring at this iPad screen instead of them.
“Look at us!” They would exclaim. “We need new paint! We need nail holes repaired. We need flowers!” They are such wallowers.
Nice lighting effect on the candle. An after shot of your first sip with a martini moustache would have been nice.
Too funny, My Friend!! Bravo!!
Thank you!