Um...don’t you mean the Fallout Shelters?
You got that right, Macker! I’m heading for the deepest elevator in Cheyenne Mountain.
Oh, shit! Here she comes ....
I was gonna say something about eatin’anything that won’t eat me first, but I’m not far enough away from Barb land, so I won’t.
Although I do wonder if the sharks get the same whining bastards remonstrating them about eating humans. Fair is fair.
I predict that Disney better watch out though. She is a force to be reckoned with.
In fact, it wasn’t me who wrote this. Somebody stole my login and pretended to be me. Yeah, that’s the ticket. No idea who, but I see cane tracks right over there.
Well, let’s see...looks like five of ‘em, three are leading away from here. I know which direction they’re going in ‘cause they look remarkably like ... cat’s paws. Yeah, Old Cat’s paws. That’s it. Yeah.
AHHHH! Instead of handing out the fucking pamphlets and serving the soup those vile bastard morons need to not serve the soup in the first place!
It’s like saying “Please save the whales-after you check out my brand new piece of scrimshaw-or Save the forests-and dig my new hard-wood floor.”
Fuck Disney!
I never liked like their pussy animation anyway.
Now-where’s my copy of Jaws.
OCM-If sharks could fly around my house and sting me on the arm-and if they gave birth to thousands of ugly babies at once I’d be afraid of them too.
And it’s bees and wasps-not ‘g’nats.
I will say “No comment” as I will be meeting Barb in little over a week & sure don’t want to be on her bad side at lunch
Seriously, Barb, I sure am looking forward to meeting you! And Allan, too, of course....since he is buying
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