You heard of the Three Amigos, meet the Three Idiots...

originally posted by: IAMTAT
It sure is.
I suppose you'll be taking that 'Ginger' out of your basement freezer for dinner tonight.

Yeah, I call that dish Unlucky Charms.

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: IAMTAT
It sure is.
I suppose you'll be taking that 'Ginger' out of your basement freezer for dinner tonight.

Yeah, I call that dish Unlucky Charms.

They're 'Surgically Delicious'!

originally posted by: IAMTAT
They're 'Surgically Delicious'!

"Brown livers, red hearts, pink kidneys! All our favorite shapes are in here!"

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: IAMTAT
They're 'Surgically Delicious'!

"Brown livers, red hearts, pink kidneys! All our favorite shapes are in here!"

If it's not too much trouble, can you set aside a 'Doggie Bag' for Nutslurp?

originally posted by: IAMTAT
If it's not too much trouble, can you set aside a 'Doggie Bag' for Nutslurp?

He's a good boy. I'll dry out the ears and make him a special bully stick.

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: IAMTAT
If it's not too much trouble, can you set aside a 'Doggie Bag' for Nutslurp?

He's a good boy. I'll dry out the ears and make him a special bully stick.

Ahh...thanks.
You're a true animal lover...in every sense of the word.

originally posted by: IAMTAT
Ahh...thanks.
You're a true animal lover...in every sense of the word.

Animals love me too.

Today is March 17th.

That is the "Ides of March", when Abraham Lincoln drove St. Patrick out of Ireland with potatoes. This is now celebrated by everyone wearing green because they could hide well in forests. People drink on this day to remember that Jesus was Irish and he died a long time ago.
When George Washington discovered America in 1492, he did it while drunk.

That's why we eat corned beef. Because the Indians invented corn with George Washington Carver, who was George Washington's father. And just like Star Wars, he killed his father with a light saber.

a reply to: DBCowboy

I think my favorite custom of St. Panties Day is not wearing pants, stuffing our underwear with cabbage...and waving our shillelagh at people with red hair.

a reply to: IAMTAT

Red haired people have no soul. That's why they are bad dancers.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: IAMTAT

Red haired people have no soul. That's why they are bad dancers.

And, of course, their freckles are the marks of the devil.
It's why we invented the 'Iron Tanning Bed Maiden'.

a reply to: IAMTAT

In honor of green beer day, we should beat up some red-heads.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: IAMTAT

In honor of green beer day, we should beat up some red-heads.

...or we could force them all to participate in 'The Running of The Clydesdales' through the streets of Milwaukee.

I have to leave for a bit.

A child, reported to be mine, is having yet another birthday today.

So I have to buy him a can of corn or something.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
A child, reported to be mine, is having yet another birthday today me to Family Services.

Fixed that.

a reply to: DBCowboy

Birthday party?...that's so 'Old School'.

Have your secretary send the kid a card with a check in it.

originally posted by: IAMTAT
a reply to: DBCowboy

Birthday party?...that's so 'Old School'.

Have your secretary send the kid a card with a check in it.

I should just send my secretary, he is 14 now.

originally posted by: DBCowboy

originally posted by: IAMTAT
a reply to: DBCowboy

Birthday party?...that's so 'Old School'.

Have your secretary send the kid a card with a check in it.

I should just send my secretary, he is 14 now.

Great idea...as long as she can fit into the cake.

a reply to: IAMTAT

Well, some of her could, I suppose.

originally posted by: DBCowboy
a reply to: IAMTAT

Well, some of her could, I suppose.

Big girl, eh?
You may need to call upon Augustus for some of his esoteric culinary skills in order to fit her in.


You're a good father.
I remember on MY 14th. birthday, Dad sent me his dry cleaner, Murray.