Sometimes I like to do tweets that are so obscure they’re not even for the people who get it.
[breathing]
“I could do this all day.”
“OK men, spread out.”
“Oat?”
“What?”
“Spread oats?”
“Spread out.”
“One oat?”
“Dammit.”
Why US/Canada joint military exercises don’t work.
Today’s workout. 5 x 7 min intervals. 1 hour walk. Helped demolish my neighbour’s shed. I’ve never seen anyone so angry.
Candy is dandy but Heather wears leather.
“Are you going to apologize for what you said?”
“I’m sorry I feel that way.”
“Why did you threaten to hit that scuba diver with your canoe paddle?”
“He was putting on airs”.
“Half a league, half a league, half a league onward,” though obscure has a better ring to it than 2640 yards, 2640 yards, 2640 yards onward.
“It was a different time.”
“It was this morning.”
“THAT’S A DIFFERENT TIME.”
I’d like to be alone now please sign out.
It’s a real dilemma for me when I’m confronted with a moral issue that wasn’t examined by the writers of the original Star Trek.
Don’t talk to me about multiple universes I have enough trouble keeping this one running.
If there are no stupid questions what do you call this?
Turn ons include knobs, faucets, buttons, handles, cranks, and ignitions.
I can’t move mountains but I can shift blame.