When the big bad wolf huffed and puffed, he never imagined the three little pigs
would resort to using the cuteness defense
“Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.” – – Mark Twain
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People who criticize art should know when they have it coming
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One smells like a carrot, the other just looks like one
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Her checkered past came back to haunt her
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First rule of rodeo – “Just relax!” – Once he gets over being angry about you calling his lady horse
a bitch, he’ll settle down and you can score all of the point you want
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Counter to what some people believe, cleanliness and well-rehearsed marching does not win wars
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At the end of every journey is yet another journey
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As a country, it’s been a while since we felt this good
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The problem with gays in the military was suddenly solved
when they all agreed to be part of this squad
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When life imitates art
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As with all cars, the impression you make is seldom the impression you deserve
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Wow! A bear-ee tree in full bloom!
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Tiny dessert diets are a bitch
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Synchronized farming. Still waiting for the bid to become an Olympic sport
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Even though they understand togas, they’ll never understand Animal House
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Who would have thought? The best way to handle a tank is to just tip it over!
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He was very convincing, but they still wouldn’t allow him to becomes a Shriner
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“Honey, can you go check? I think there might be a cat out back”
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For Ton-Tor, the coming out party was a big deal. His only regret
was that he still wasn’t three dimensional
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Having bombed out at all the other cheerleader tryouts,
tennis was their only remaining option
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Once again “Dyslexics for Dyan” made their appearance
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Made inside toilet paper rolls. Constipation has its advantages
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The power of makeup
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One of life’s cruelest tricks, there were no “car crossing” signs to let the reindeer know
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If they have good ears, its okay to date rabbits. It’s all about the ears
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