But back to the clown movie... What if at the end of the movie, the clown dies from severe dehydration from the diarrhea and all his friends went to the funeral in one car? I hear Hollywood calling.
Be right back...got to pee.....
Okay so I am thinking again... If I was a horse, and someone got on me, and then fell off, and then got right back on me, I think I would buck him off right away. Seriously! But then again, I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a very large shrimp. That way, you could ride him, then after you set up camp, you could eat him. How about it, science? I am so brilliant, it scares me.
2 comments:
interesting blog. riveting. where's your photo blog? the cat just barfed on the pile of glass i swept up after wyatt through his water glass on the floor during breakfast. would that be interesting? oh yeah, who cares, right? mommy, cat barf! mommy, cat barf! why is that a usual phrase in the W household? and why do i hate the letter W now.
smarticle.
threw not through. i'm through. uggg
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