Has the manly WB mentioned what he was durin Saturday? Ifn he ain't y'all guess. Ifn he has, it needs to be mentioned again.
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Has the manly WB mentioned what he was durin Saturday? Ifn he ain't y'all guess. Ifn he has, it needs to be mentioned again.
Washing dishes? Cleaning the house? Making the beds?
ain't heard but I did hear them playing HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS by Burl Ives at Bass Pro while I was over there picking up some Secret NEW jig skirts AHHH HAHAHAHA
Worst thing I can think of would be stripping and re doing the floors
baking?
got me then
Do you hire out, Wannabe? I know a couple of floors that need a strip job. :)
I''l have to second that Wayne YUCKKK
Shoppin
Yo stage name might be FROSTED FLAKE, sounds good for ya, Very fitting
Oh, so you've caught a few of my shows ehhhh? I thought that dood in the back with the trench coat and dark glasses looked familiar.
Wannabe...
Dang it DD. You always win. You get the personal WB lap dance fer the prize.
Troof is I was showin my brother this new talk to text app Wb & triton fount. And I demo'd it. Sent WB a text. He promptly answered back with a shortness of breaf and a since of urgency in the tone if his voice. Minner, call nine hunnert and eleven! IS made me go to the Flea Market wif her and she's spendin all her money. She's got me loaded down wif bags of stuff and Shea makin me tote her purse. I feel like ES, only broker. Please help me Minner. You da best.
And that's why he couldn't join yalls camp Saturday.
Yeh, the writting was way to smal on the banner on the front winders of the nudie bar. The big banner that I could read, had an advertisement for the Joanna Juggs show. Thats the one I was there for. Guess you were a add in dancer of sumfin. I did wonder why all those guys dressed in Leather with Buttless leather pants were in there. That's why I was in the back of the room, to cover my you know what.
Sorry Minner. You sure that was a purse and not a Eoropean Hand bag like the Commercial? LOL
CN, it is all true. He told me himself
Gettin' to where a man can't tell a man nuthin' around here.
(hanging my head in shame, skulking away to the background, hands in my pockets, kicking an imaginary rock with my foot and plotting the ultimate revenge!!!!!!)
Wannabe...
Look here bud! I gave you a full 4 & a half days to admit yo sin and you kept it bottled up inside. We knew somethin was wrong. I was just doin you a favor and kinda pushin you up to the alter. Don't you feel much better? Ahh, the peace. It's over now buddy and see, you survived. No man card left, but you're a survivor. Now pick your head up, quit sulking and start requalifying your self to get yo man card. Dry them tears up befour DD gives you sumptin to cry about.
That's a sad story minner.
You better today ain't ya? It's the peace from admittin yo guilt.
Minner I talked to the ole boy while he was driving back from his shopping trip and I was so upset about it I could not even talk about it.
My shopping story from Monday:
I was buying a couple pairs of slacks online. I found a pair that I wasn't quite sure about, so I axed my wife what she thought about' em.
Her reply, "No way! Those look like banker pants.":D Bwaha haahahahah ha ahah
Who's ALANAMA?
Alan Jackson's Mama? Why is State playin her?
I was just about to say something about that Minner
Whoa! Stop the presses. Never hurts to take mama shopping. As the saying goes "if mama ain't happy, nobodys happy".