Don ask me.
Those eat your wallet, not your flesh and bones.
Sweet!
Probably on the back of the card with the contact details.
Being a cross-dressing wolf is such a drag.
I loved those days. But, I lived back when we had to draw the cards on a piece of paper and erase them every time we made a play.
Oat meal. It’s not just for brose anymore.
Endtown rats live one mile down, doo dah, doo dah.
If he lasts that long.
The Return of Dunderthrome!
Bigfoots are a forest creature. You’ll rarely encounter them if you stay home and watch TV all day…
Those eat your wallet, not your flesh and bones.