For weeks now I have been saying that I was going to give up poo eating cold turkey. I go a day or two, then I'm right back to butt leftover munching.
This morning Foley was barking at the porch doors, as she does every morning, and Mommy told her to be quiet, it was just a cat or something, then she looked out the window and said "holy sh+t."
Being a lover of poo, I could not resist some that had been blessed by the Lord, and hurried over to see these holy nuggets. I looked out the window and saw this.
"What are those?" I asked Foley.
"Those are cold turkeys and they want to come in and make you stop eating poo," she said.
"Oh my gosh I thought that was just an expression, I didn't know there were real cold turkeys," I said.
"Of course there are, It's 20 degrees outside. They're cold They're turkeys. And they want to come in to make sure you don't eat poo anymore."
I did not want those big feathered things in my house so I swore up and down that I would never eat poo again. Foley nodded towards me and then clicked her tongue and the cold turkeys waddled away.
Now I have to find the will power to stop eating poo. Mommy won't be happy if those things come in the house, and it could drive the value down.
Wish me luck. And if you say you are going to quit doing something then do it. You don't want cold turkeys in your house.
This morning Foley was barking at the porch doors, as she does every morning, and Mommy told her to be quiet, it was just a cat or something, then she looked out the window and said "holy sh+t."
Being a lover of poo, I could not resist some that had been blessed by the Lord, and hurried over to see these holy nuggets. I looked out the window and saw this.
"What are those?" I asked Foley.
"Those are cold turkeys and they want to come in and make you stop eating poo," she said.
"Oh my gosh I thought that was just an expression, I didn't know there were real cold turkeys," I said.
"Of course there are, It's 20 degrees outside. They're cold They're turkeys. And they want to come in to make sure you don't eat poo anymore."
I did not want those big feathered things in my house so I swore up and down that I would never eat poo again. Foley nodded towards me and then clicked her tongue and the cold turkeys waddled away.
Now I have to find the will power to stop eating poo. Mommy won't be happy if those things come in the house, and it could drive the value down.
Wish me luck. And if you say you are going to quit doing something then do it. You don't want cold turkeys in your house.
