Silent night....

Too many rotznoses on a Saturday, makes you ask yourself why you didn't buy a bucket.

On a Sunday, now there's room for discussion. Slamming pancakes on the stairs, throwing knives at the ceiling...the weekend is just full of surprises.
 
Interesting? I like to call myself rusty. It's so to speak...a compliment.

Whereas your post touches me also. It makes my hair stand on end. It makes me think of onions and cry.

Don't you just love a good old-fashioned Saturday?
 
Too many rotznoses on a Saturday, makes you ask yourself why you didn't buy a bucket.

On a Sunday, now there's room for discussion. Slamming pancakes on the stairs, throwing knives at the ceiling...the weekend is just full of surprises.

Attacking ones self is futile. It is unlikely to receive less lashes than given. That may be why I fold aces in the hole. But I love water.


It is good that man (or woman) arranged time so that Saturdays were so flexible.

Whatever you guys on I want some. :D
 
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