For four years in a row, Abel had forgotten to throw out the trees after Christmas.
Once Bob passed, the happy little trees took over.
Christmas tree is too big for the house, she says. I’ll show her! Where’s my hatchet!
Damn squirrels burying pine cones on my roof again…..
Let’s get out of this big city and move out in the country where we can put down some roots
The H.O.A. left him a reminder to mow his lawn.
Which reminds me:
What’s the collective name for a group of Karens?
HOA
H O A, oh hell yes.
I told you I would clean the gutters. Quit being such a nag.
“I said I would do it; you don’t have to tell me every six years.”
We Have Always Lived In The Castle
.
Darn those environmentalists and their bad forestry management policies.
I always thought thatched roofs were made with bundles of hay. I stand corrected.
(North?) Africa Wins Again
In this family portrait for their annual Comic Book Day newsletter, Big Pine on the left, older sister Deciduous, Mrs Fir, and brother Cones surround the newest member of the clan, the youngster they affectionately call ‘SmokeStack’… although there were hushed conversations among the established members about a certain ‘singe’ potential.
In no uncertain terms, the sign at the corner of the home proclaims:
* “NO marxists ALLOWED!”
And now for something completely different, how not to be seen….for houses.
Recommended for ages 14-plus, this ‘rural-life’ jig-saw puzzle has 8,000 pieces.
Bonus points for guessing the number of puzzle pieces concealing an American guerilla in the original setting!
.
.
Hint:
* all of them.
That’s some serious camouflage against Nanny State drones.
See what you get when Bob Ross moves in next door? “Happy little trees” EVERYWHERE…
John heard about treehouses, but did not quite understand what that means.
Where’s the chip shop?
For four years in a row, Abel had forgotten to throw out the trees after Christmas.
Once Bob passed, the happy little trees took over.
Christmas tree is too big for the house, she says. I’ll show her! Where’s my hatchet!
Damn squirrels burying pine cones on my roof again…..
Let’s get out of this big city and move out in the country where we can put down some roots
The H.O.A. left him a reminder to mow his lawn.
Which reminds me:
What’s the collective name for a group of Karens?
HOA
H O A, oh hell yes.
I told you I would clean the gutters. Quit being such a nag.
“I said I would do it; you don’t have to tell me every six years.”
We Have Always Lived In The Castle
.
Darn those environmentalists and their bad forestry management policies.
I always thought thatched roofs were made with bundles of hay. I stand corrected.
(North?) Africa Wins Again
In this family portrait for their annual Comic Book Day newsletter, Big Pine on the left, older sister Deciduous, Mrs Fir, and brother Cones surround the newest member of the clan, the youngster they affectionately call ‘SmokeStack’… although there were hushed conversations among the established members about a certain ‘singe’ potential.
In no uncertain terms, the sign at the corner of the home proclaims:
* “NO marxists ALLOWED!”
And now for something completely different, how not to be seen….for houses.
Recommended for ages 14-plus, this ‘rural-life’ jig-saw puzzle has 8,000 pieces.
Bonus points for guessing the number of puzzle pieces concealing an American guerilla in the original setting!
.
.
Hint:
* all of them.
That’s some serious camouflage against Nanny State drones.
See what you get when Bob Ross moves in next door? “Happy little trees” EVERYWHERE…
John heard about treehouses, but did not quite understand what that means.