I don't know. I just had this cute moment. I had to purge it.
It's pretty windy when your shoe and sock are coming off, but that's not the point. Who's to say that when you think it's a really windy day, it isn't really God hurtling us through the universe just for whatever reason he has. Horizontal gravity. So if you happen to be wearing a necktie, is that a bad thing, or does it just mean that people keep thinking you're tapping them on the shoulder?
I don't want to go to the break. I want to see if the contestant says "deal" or "no deal." You can't watch this show live, because you might dig your toes through the carpet down to the foundation if you DON'T! GET! TO SKIP! THE COMMERCIALS! But here's the thing they do that makes you mad after you Tivo* it... You've skipped all the ads, and at the end of the show, they say So-and-so just won $10,000 by playing at home! Wha..? That could've been me! I would've paid 95 cents plus local-charges-may-apply to text whatever to some number for the chance at TEN GRAND! hhhhhhhhhhh! Alright, well, it comes on 3 more nights this week, but when American Idol's on at the same time, you have to record something.
Pick the right size ladies, don't pick a fight with your pinky toe. The little piggy always wins! Do you wear those shoes the next day? NO! Because you CAN'T, ya pansy! What are you going to do, now that you can't wear any shoes to work other than those hot pink and in some cases lime green slide-on fake Chucks? How's that gonna look with your pin stripes? Your tweed? You have to take a sick day and lie about why. Why? Because of your little throbbing pinky toe. You Lose.
In the first place, I commend Jeb for adopting an orphaned pirate dog with four wooden legs. Good for Jeb in that respect. The problem here, is that the shelter didn't give Jeb the instruction for the proper care of Woody. Pine-legged pirate dogs (even non-scurvy sea dogs) have great difficulty climbing hills. Next, we have to address the idea that it appears Jeb values his belt more than his best furry friend. Did you ever try to run up a hill, or down for that matter, with your gangsta saggin' jeans hangin' off your hiney?
Now you know the difference. But this girl - I don't think she'll go far as a ballerina. Nevermind the tiny head, that might actually be a mark in her favor compared to her giant pointy fingers and one deflated leg. Now - by contrast - the doodoo has got it goin' on. Just look at the curl on that steam pile. Dairy Queen could've served it on a cone. Breathe in. (sniiiiiiiiifffffff) Doodoo.
She doesn't have a nose in the first place. That's her sympathy factor. If she just had a bum nose and wanted to trade it in, then we'd just say, "Live with what you were given, girl." But you might still be thinking she should be happy she doesn't have to smell ammonia and meat farts. But no. She doesn't have a nose. She can never be snooty. She can't thumb her nose at anything. And what's the use of her pinky without boogers?
Where did the saying come from: "straight from the horse's mouth?" I guess it's supposed to mean that horses don't lie. So, if you really want a happy marriage... no, that can't be right. That's like against the laws of humanity. Start over. So, if you want a banker you can trust... no, because he couldn't work the computer or even pick up the phone. How 'bout: So, never tell a horse a secret. Yessss!
This one started with just the guy's head. Then he got arms and legs and finally, I decided he was going to skate, so I gave him a blade. Then stripes jumped on his shirt, and before you know it, a wall came up and fans crowded the stands. Next thing is the guy tells me he's "so-o fancy." I'm all, "Okay, guy, let's get some shouts for you from the people." They're sing-shouting, kind of like, the Yao Miiiiing, Yao Ming Yao Ming Yao Miiiiiiiiing! song.