Bob was shocked to see what his daughter Maxine was doing on the internet for Temptations
Featuring the exploits of Ruby Rose, Foley Monster's Tails From Rainbow Bridge, and co-starring Angels Pocket and River Song. We always try to leave you between a laugh and a tear
With Americas 250th upon us and the World Cup on going I wanted to learn more about your parents. What countries did their ancestors live before coming to the USA and are they rooting for these countries in the World Cup?
My Mom’s family came from Ireland and Portugal. My Dad’s from England and Portugal. Mom is not interested in soccer. Daddy is rooting for England and the US.
There's a boat sinking out at sea with men, women and children on it, along with a minister, a rabbi, and a priest.
The minister said, "Oh my god, will somebody think of the children."
The rabbi said, "f ck the children."
The priest said, "Do we have time?"
After a trip to the bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where his wife put some coffee in front of him.
"Louise," he moaned, "tell me what happened last night. Was it as bad as I think?"
"Even worse," she said, her voice oozing scorn. "You made a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonising the entire board of directors, and you insulted the president of the company, right to his face."
"He's an asshole," John said. "Piss on him."
"You did," came the reply. "And he fired you."
"Well, screw him!" said John.
"I did. You're back at work on Monday.
The wife said she wanted to travel around the world. The fairy godmother waved her magic wand and BOOM! The wife had the tickets in her hand.
Then it was the husband's turn. He paused for a moment, then said boldly, "Well, I'd like to have a wife 30 years younger than I am." The fairy godmother picked up her wand and BOOM! He was now 90.
It’s Friday Fill In time. Ruby’s fill ins are in blue
My summer bucket list includes eating, snacking, sleeping, napping, scratching, itching, howling, barking—I pretty much had it all covered by noon time on Sunday.
Last summer was one of best summers I ever had. I have only had five of them. They all sort of run together.
I am getting ready for the long hot summer by shedding as much fur as I can all over the house and especially on the blue comforter :on the bed, which is now ruby red.
Listening to the toilet flush immediately makes me want to pee.
Once again Angel Sammys and and Teddys Pawetatonc have challenged us to write a poem about the picture below. Please to enjoy
Otto hated to travel by plane
When it came to the ring, he did reign
But flying made him insane
He couldn't fit through the doors and had to access the fuselage via crane
Paul loved to fly
If he crashed, it was his idea of a great way to die
He got so much done on a flight that it was hard to quantify
And the airline served the best Shepard’s Pie
The only way Otto could go
Was if he sat in the front row
Or strapped down in cargo
His agent got his seat in row one, where he could relax and sip his merlot
Much to his surprise, when Otto boarded, he found a little dude in the first seat
And said to Paul, “You’re in the wrong seat, meat”
And Paul replied that there was no mystique
The airline gave him the seat when a doctor said he needed to stretch his feet
Otto was told to sit by a member of the crew
And the big man squeezed into row two
Like an elephant in a canoe
Before take off, Paul told Otto to sit up straight, and he could feel Otto’s knees coming through
Then Paul tilted back
And Otto felt like he was in a rack
Then Paul began snoring like a Gatling gun attack
And Paul had a flashback of being crushed by Haystack
At the end of the flight, Otto woke up with a grin
With his legs spread out like a kingpin
And he hoped it certainly was no sin
When Otto threw Paul out the window over Brooklyn
Hey, Mommy
Get away from that curtain
. I do not want your claws ripping it.
It is not too much fun to be on the other end of the squirt bottle is it?
Just in from CNN, the Parks Department announced today that they know why the reflecting pool is filled with algae. It seems the pump don’t work because the vandal took the handle. Police are looking for one Robert Zimmerman, described as a short, thin, Jewish beatnik poet who was last seen blowing in the wind.
A man called to testify at the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), asked his accountant for advice on what to wear.
"Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let him think you are a pauper," the accountant replied.
Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice. "Do not let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie."
Confused, the man went to his Priest, told him of the conflicting advice, and requested some resolution of the dilemma."Let me tell you a story," replied the Priest.
"A woman, about to be married, asked her mother what to wear on her wedding night. 'Wear a heavy, long, flannel nightgown that goes right up to your neck.' But when she asked her best friend, she got conflicting advice. Wear your most sexy negligee, with a V neck right down to your navel."
The man protested: "What does all this have to do with my problem with the IRS?!"
"Simple", replied the Priest...
"It doesn't matter what you wear, you are going to get screwed!"
While living in Denver the weatherman said, expect 10 to 12 inches of snow tonight so park on the right side of the road so we can plow the left side. Willie’s wife ran out and parked on the right side. The next week the forecast called for another 10 to 12 inches of snow, but this time he said park on the left side. So Willie’s wife ran out and parked the car on the left side of the road. The following week he said 16 inches of snow expected park, the lights went out and all our power was lost. Willie’s wife said, my goodness, now I don’t know where to park the car. “Why don’t you just leave it in the garage!” Willie
There are ladies in our counter garden. Do you see them?
They come out at night
I can hear them scurrying around at night
They talk in barely discernible whispers
And slowly chant
Some have dogs
Some have children
and once I think I heard Foley
When I bark at them they say “hush little Ruby go to sleep” and I instantly do
They are the ladies of the
Garden
And they freak me out
It’s Friday Fill In time. Ruby’s fill ins are in blue If I would start a museum it would be a museum of me, but, so it doesn’t seem self ce...