Mr. Ed
Be what you is not what you what you ain’t
- Location
- Central NY
I beg your pardon.
Where I come from Dutch Ovens are definitely divorce material.Around 53 years ago, while lying in bed, my lady stuck her big toe near my hind end (don't ask)
I farted on it.
She threw the covers back and ran to the bathroom
'Whaddya doin' in there?'
'Washing my foot!!'
That was 53 years ago
Now?...heh....heh
She's the Dutch oven champ
BTW, a fart is just a turd hollering to get out
Have we sunk low enough yet?