I’m guessing left butt-cheek.
I’m pretty sure there’s a bottle of tequila somewhere that needs this worm.
I read about a bagpiper (can’t recall his name) who preceded his unit up the beach in Normandy, wailing away. Germans refused to shoot him because they believed it’s bad luck to shoot a crazy person.
Les is gonna use Coca-Cola and Mentos candy to clean it good!
Ooo! RJ scored a 1958 Philco Predicta TV set!
Unlike many of Arizona’s birds, cactus ferruginous pygmy owls do not migrate or fly great distances.
This toon was us, watching The Crown.
It is a scale based on the amount of power needed to blast Wile E. Coyote to pieces leaving everything else untouched.
Gotta say, Piers is inventive.
Or … wait for it … “how’s your father?”
I’m guessing left butt-cheek.