Saturday, June 27, 2009

We Got Em



And they appear to be leaking.

I don't quite know why this sign is so far away from the actual items.

12 comments:

mizscarlett said...

Ha! Furst.

Also - leaky balls... thought it was other things that leaked, not balls.

must do research.

D said...

leaky is better than squeaky

The_Scum said...

Crap!

Lavi posts a new thread at 6:05 Saturday morning? How am I supposed to furstage that?

D said...

The early bird gets the furst.

That's the difference between virtue (waking early to face the day, drink coffee, and get the furst) and sloth.

The_Scum said...

Youch!

D lays the smackdown on scummy slothage.

mizscarlett said...

Only time its humane to be out-of-doors is to be early worm.

then you siesta til happy hour.
duh.

Lavi D. said...

How am I supposed to furstage that?

Ahem

The early bird gets the furst.

Second mouse gets the cheese.

The_Scum said...

That was a school morning post Lavi.

Rock Candy said...

Is this perhaps a Vegas style Rorschach test? If it is I see a dancing bear wearing a birthday hat in the wet spot.

btw you guys need to stop getting so caught up in being furst...first is good and all that, but being the last is often a good thing too. *EG*

The_Scum said...

Those who have not sipped often from the intoxicating glass of furstage shall never know how sweet it is.

A blessing and a curse with Mr. Da Vegas as the gleeful supplier.

Lavi D. said...

Those who have not sipped often from the intoxicating glass of furstage...

You guys are all frickin' nuts - I'm laughing out loud. Thanks for stopping by...

The_Scum said...

Careful Lavi.

I can not post what I wish.

Civil discourse, decency towards others, all that.

Lmfao.

Great blog Sir!


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