Arr...matey! Here be another chapter in the quest for treasure! Set the mainsails and hoist the jib me hearties! There be fishy crackers on the horizon! Avast! I've got a load of plunder...down under! I mean...I need to be changed please.
Mom! Those pajamas are dry clean only!
One of the things I've learned about cooking. When Great-Grandma Schoenheit is baking, remember the stop, drop, and roll technique.
Oh yeah! Dancin' queen! Shake it to the left...
Shake it to the right!
Shake it to the left again!
Oreo's and Strawberry wafer cookies? Oh, they are gonna be sorry they gave me this much sugar tonight!
...and she's cli-i-imbing the sta-airway...to Papa-t's off-ice.
Here we have an excellent example of
Homo frozmibutoff. This rare creature is seldom found outside of its native habitat of the snow covered steppes of Koldazell. They subsist on a diet of green olives and Cheese-its.
Four generations of the Tompkins clan. Papa-T, Mommy, Me and Ice-T.
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