Hey, how you doin'?
My granddaughter and I have alot in common.
Seems like her favorite two words right now are "boobies" and "cookies",just like Grandpa.
At a barbecue when D. is asked,"breast or thighs?" he says "yes". You know what I mean? Nothing to be ashamed of, really. And the last ting Uncle D. wants is to offend somebody's sensibilities,but I gotta say at the end of the day, all tings considered, I'll take my trophy wife Betty who possesses top and bottom. If you catch my meaning.
...Oh yeah, cookies are good too, nothin' like a coupla big macaroons, right? You know what Sir-Mix-Alot would say.......
Bug's been playin' Christmas music already. What is up with that? I mean, can't we wait
at least until Thanksgiving is over before we break out all that Yuletide stuff? Ah
marone, it's like, didn't we just celebrate Independence Day? Now it's time for christmas music?
Come on, fuggetaboutit.
If I have to watch White Christmas one more time in September,I'm going to pop a blood vessel, capisci? I do however like that one Sinatra Christmas tune. It goes like, "Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Michelob and Stoli!"
or this one's pretty good, "Jingle bells, Santa Smells(probably bourbon),he fell of the sleigh(read: wagon)."
And this one, "though the market out there is frightful, will it ever be delightful?
If you've really no place to go, smoke a bowl, smoke a bowl,smoke-a-bowl.."
And not to forget this holiday favorite, "I'll be home for eggnog, but you can't count on me. I'll be stoned on Christmas, way beyond my wildest dreams!"
Betty is really gonna pop me for this!
I get that a lot. I can smell the exhaust pipes under the bus even now!
Peace out,
D.
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