Things have taken a turn for the worse at the McEnroe household. The liquor remains buried in the snow out back, and roaming packs of polar bears, angry at not being declared endangered, are intercepting even 4WD deliveries from the beer distributor...
...while the icy winter hell contiues to stalk suburbia...
...and we're forced to burn limbs off our wooden Al Gore Collectible Cigar Store Indian (A Franklin Mint Collectible!) for warmth. We're assuming it's our cigar store Al... anyway, it stopped fighting and screaming after the second limb...
Keep you powder dry
ReplyDeleteWe got powder all over the frakkin lawn! It AIN'T DRY! IT'S COLD AND FRAKKIN WET! AND IT'S PILING HIGHER!
ReplyDeleteWho likes a warm beer? Why are you complaining?
ReplyDeleteIn the refrigerator, the cold knows its place. In the back yard, not so much.
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