By Lene Andersen. Health care writer, RA and disability advocate, wheelchair user and camera nut. Author of Your Life with Rheumatoid Arthritis: Tools for Managing Treatment, Side Effects and Pain
True, but do we carrotall about his opinion? I mean, some of his views really take the cake.
OK. That made me laugh.
Envious? Not entirely sure, though they are mighty studly carrots.
What? Freud was a migrant farmworker in his youth?Now, class, I know you've been itching to get to this. Here we have a real carrot-top with a certain lice-sensuousness, but don't let that bug you. Alright, Sigmund, yeah, you, comb over here and LYS'em to what I'm saying: those insects are dyeing to make that colorway happen. No, Sigmund, I did NOT say those in-sex! Would you get your *mine!* out of the butter?
Sometimes a carrot is just a carrot.
David Carrotine played him in the movies.
Gypsy, our Airedale terrier, loves carrots. She will come up next to me while I'm in the fridge and ask for one. I can just imagine the look on her face if she came face-to-face with that many carrots.
Had to redo "me" so that I wasn't showing up as a guest. Gypsy just enjoyed licking out an ice cream carton...must get some dairy in along with the carrots.
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