A pig walks into a bar and orders 15 beers and then knocks them back."You've had a lot to drink," says the bartender. "Would you like o know where the bathroom is?"
"No," says the pig. "I'm the little pig that goes wee-wee-wee all the way home."
Tomorrow, Mr. AOW and I will go down to our neighbors' house for Thanksgiving dinner. Our neighbors always put on a feast for a king!
I hope that, after all that eating and drinking, I don't go wee-wee-wee all the way home! Ha, ha. [Mrs. AOW isn't laughing]
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL MY BLOGGING FRIENDS!
7 comments:
Have a great thanks giving party you both.
Get that 'big bird' carved up.lol
Watch out for freezing wee, wee, wee.
Happy Thanksgiving, and have a wonderful meal, you two!
That was funny.
Happy Thanksgiving Mr. AOW.
By the way, I share your pain at the potential demise of Snoballs.
Do you remove the marshmallow and eat the cake plain?
If so, in which order.
I can't stand Twinkies, disgusting. But Snoballs are a different story.
Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. AOW...I hope you and Mrs AOW have a fabulous time at the neighbor's feast!
XXX Z
Duck,
He chows down on the "pink titty" without separating the cake from the filling.
Yes, Mr. AOW does indeed call Snoballs "pink titties." LOL.
We're going to have balmy-for-November weather today, so Mr. AOW will ride his scooter down to our neighbors' house. Somehow, we'll figure out how to get that scooter into the house there; enough people should be present to lift the scooter over the steps. Mr. AOW WILL have to climb some steps and do some walking to get into that house, but he's been practicing those skills in therapy.
The scooter has become mandatory for ME now: my back can no longer withstand pushing Mr. AOW around in a wheelchair or a transport chair.
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