To paraphrase my now deleted comment… it’s one thing to hear Rip’s fists giggle, but when those fists say someone’s name out loud, time to don running shoes and vamoose! The place should have no zip code… I hear the Amazon Jungle is nice to get lost in, or Alaska, North or South Poles, Siberia, or Germany’s Black Forest.
More like a convoy of oil tankers full of instant karma.
If he wants to live, he’d better toe the line, or he’ll get a toe “touching” his posterior!
Careful what you complainabout, Dean.
Gotta run off those extra pounds from eating all those conch fritters guys.
It’s gotten wackier than Cracked Cat can handle, and as a Cardoodle he’s gone through plenty of wacky
…or be the first alligator to orbit the earth.
Mel will be in touch when he lands, and given the speed of his departure…nobody should be surprised if he calls from Honolulu.
When your relaxed fit jeans panic when you put them on… it’s time to drop some pounds.
Cane Corso under the snow! Will, RUN!