The holding hands and non social distancing was alarming but …
OMG, this is so great! Your videos are the best!
What is lacking in singing capabilities is MORE than made up by creativity, family unity, and parents managing all these new challenges.
LOL. True story!..
One of my friends posted this on facebook:
My answer:
The drunk guy at the end of the bar has a ball in his mouth. Luckily it doesn’t belong to any fellow patrons.
When my youngest was in grade 1, we pulled the kids out of school for 3 weeks and took a trip to Mexico. The kids had their schoolwork with them. I was looking at the workbook my 6 year old was supposed to complete- it was a workbook on phonetics, and there were little pictures on each page that dealt with a different sound combination- th, sk, gh, that sort of thing. On the “sk” page, there was a picture of a rhinocerous, with an arrow pointing to its horn. The word that was supposed to be filled in under the picture was “tusk”.
When we got back, I pointed that out to her teacher, saying this was totally incorrect- that a rhinocerous has a horn, not a tusk, which is an elongated tooth. The teacher’s response was “Oh, I always thought it was called a tusk.”
So multiple generations of Canadian children apparently all grew up thinking that was called a tusk, because they all had that Grade One workbook that some ignorant person put togther.
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Love it. This is a complete sentence for me.
Oh, this is great. The drunk guy at the end of the bar is whining that he wants me to take him for a walk.
The drunk guy at the end of the bar is curled up on my clean ironing and is trying to sleep it off. And growls at me when I ask him to move.
The drunk guy at the end of the bar keeps chewing on his leg. When I beg him to stop, he snorts at me.
My new pet, not one hour after I told the previous owner we were keeping him,
“The drunk guy at the end of the bar chewed up the chaise lounge pad into 100 bits…”
The drunk guy at the end of the bar keeps touching his cold, wet nose to my leg.
The drunk guy at the end of the bar is sniffing the drunk girl at the end of the bar!
Astaire! Nice to hear from you after a long hiatus (Were you in prison? In an ashram? Interested in any inappropriate details!)
The guy at the end of the bar wants to get into bed with me.
The drunk guy at the end of the bar petulantly refuses to let me clip his toenails.
The drunk girl at the end of the bar is chewing on her feet and scared herself when she farted.