You are hereby dunned , sir
I subject you to a violent dunnery!
Oh no. It’s been dun. You may want to put on a pair of dungarees.
Watch out for the DUNgenous craps, they’ll getcha
So dun delicious!
There is to be no deliciousness in a dunnery.
Oh no. Again, it’s been dun.
That dun be the truth. The craps will get you! And let me just tell you, it’s the shits when they do!
Mota=pinchy
@mota = easily caught in traps
@mota = never good reheated the second day.
No kidding. I hope I can find my way outta this trap…
Barely passable, much less good, the first day. A second day would just be too horrific to even mention. Yes, it’s one of my unmentionables.
Okay, climbin’ into the trap.
I don’t care how much butter you put on it still gross.
…after all these years.
It’s stripper glitter and I appreciate it’s removal.
What were you doing near people who were near strippers, huh?
I know you smoke hash exclusively. I might too if I was serious enough about growing (and with growing, the plants do most of the work!). Then there’s the actual making of the hash. I simply prefer sitting on my ass most of the time.
Lots of men, when they retire, kind of wither away if they don’t consciously keep themselves busy. I have so much practice fucking around and not really “doing” anything. Retirement is both easy and good.
Hash is work. But totally fucking worth it.
Don’t wither away. Die screaming.
Too much work.
And yes, fuck withering away!
I so believe it!
(Sorry if that comes across as crass. Not my intention.)
Not to me. All good. I, of course, can’t speak for others.
Oh, you were talking to yourself. I totally understand the need for intelligent conversation.
I am crass. I need to check myself sometimes. Hilarious but crass.