Shortly makin a load for four. Shovin closer to the timber. Three sheets to the wind. Badgered to death. Like a headless chicken. Cold as a brass monkey. Spitting feathers. A bit under the weather. As snug as a bug in a rug. Waitin for me wake. Reet gradely. SO WHAT WAY ARE YOU? Chris.
Ambiguously bland.
I tried to ask my inner curmudgeon before posting, but he sprayed me with the garden hose… Yes, I have squirrels in my brain…
Hotter than Hades in Texas.
"Nice Quilt." - comment on my Kilt by a man behind me in line at Home Depot.
Generally all of the above... although I'm not really sure what reet gradely means, but I'm sure that I'm it.
Usually 6 meters below the bottom of the septic tank.
I've found that most relationships work best when no one wears pants.
Busier than a one-legged man in an a**-kicking contest!
Pished!
Feeling like I've been run over by a truck... Wait a minute!
Rev. Rob, Clan MacMillan, NM, USA CCXX, CCXXI - Quidquid necesse est. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all. (Thumperian Principle)
Busier than a one armed paper hanger.
His Exalted Highness Duke Standard the Pertinacious of Chalmondley by St Peasoup Member Order of the Dandelion Per Electum - Non consanguinitam
Plumb tuckered at the moment...
John
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