Wet paint? Red? I’ve always wanted a set of red clothing.
Brilliant idea. Many hotels in the Med do not allow tourists to book loungers by putting towels on them. A wet paint sign should do the trick.
Mary doesn’t have to worry about that time of the month anymore
Mary looks cross now, but wait until she finds out that her outfit of solids has been changed to stripes.
Listen, buster, when you get to be my age you’ll sit where you fucking well please, too.
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Winner!
Ethel freshens up her laundry-faded wardrobe.
Feminism….never letting “the man” tell you what to do.
“The heck with it…my legs hurt, and the color will match my sweater.”
Mabel waits for her appointment with the ophthalmologist.
Okay, you guys have outdone yourselves today.
Mary was very careful not to step on the wet paint signs.
You owe me for a new keyboard.
Fortunately Mary had forgotten to wear her Depends today, which made obeying the sign much easier.
Preferring solitude to mindless chit-chat with strangers, Joe always carries a supply of timely signs!
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*****
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After a devastating diagnosis of halitosis, Joe preferred to politely warn strangers against attempting some mindless chit-chat!
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*****
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For his assignment in the combined PolySci/Performance Art class, Joe successfully imitated a nut-job whackadoodle daffydill!
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*****
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Forcibly retired from his position as LeaderOfTheFreeWorld™, old Joe wanted nothing more than feeding the pigeons… unbidened by what was [waves left hand behind head]!
Paint the town red takes on a new meaning.
Wet paint? Red? I’ve always wanted a set of red clothing.
Brilliant idea. Many hotels in the Med do not allow tourists to book loungers by putting towels on them. A wet paint sign should do the trick.
Mary doesn’t have to worry about that time of the month anymore
Mary looks cross now, but wait until she finds out that her outfit of solids has been changed to stripes.
Listen, buster, when you get to be my age you’ll sit where you fucking well please, too.
.
Winner!
Ethel freshens up her laundry-faded wardrobe.
Feminism….never letting “the man” tell you what to do.
“The heck with it…my legs hurt, and the color will match my sweater.”
Mabel waits for her appointment with the ophthalmologist.
Okay, you guys have outdone yourselves today.
Mary was very careful not to step on the wet paint signs.
You owe me for a new keyboard.
Fortunately Mary had forgotten to wear her Depends today, which made obeying the sign much easier.
Preferring solitude to mindless chit-chat with strangers, Joe always carries a supply of timely signs!
.
*****
.
After a devastating diagnosis of halitosis, Joe preferred to politely warn strangers against attempting some mindless chit-chat!
.
*****
.
For his assignment in the combined PolySci/Performance Art class, Joe successfully imitated a nut-job whackadoodle daffydill!
.
*****
.
Forcibly retired from his position as LeaderOfTheFreeWorld™, old Joe wanted nothing more than feeding the pigeons… unbidened by what was [waves left hand behind head]!