People are given a lovely park/playground, and they can't be bothered to toss their trash in the can
located directly by the exit.
We just got through an upper 90s heat wave, and we're sure to have another one, so my best advice involves not leaving your Skittles on the dashboard.
The original poster complained that some relative took a disproportionate amount of brownie. I can't trust anyone who doesn't want at least one edge piece.
In the days of hard luggage, everyone's mother and sister lugged Lady Baltimore around.
Somebody tossed a pumpkin seed down on the ground, and lookie here! A little pumpkin patch on the way! 🎃
Kids in second grade made a nice mug for their teacher! It's a swell gift, because heaven knows, second-grade teachers deserve a little boost in the afternoon, right?
When our third-grade teacher taught us to sing about the kookaburra sitting in the old gum tree ("Merry merry king of the bush is he!") she was not specific about the kookaburra's species. At first, I thought it was some crazy burro, and wondered how it got up in the tree, but reckoned that a kooky burro could find a way.
Always check with your local produce vendor for tips on beating the heat (put a cabbage leaf in your hat) and the sun (make a visor out of cardboard citrus mats).
All my life, I have enjoyed seeing people putting up signs to label their yard as "private property." Gee, Mister, I thought this was a public park!
A new one for my vast collection of courtroom sketch art. This one shows Sean P. Diddycombs huddled with his legal dream team.
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