My mom is getting married, because she likes crafting.

Rub cheese slices vigorously between your hands to warm them up. They'll sure 'nuff get sticky then.

That's as clear as a buttonhook in the well water.

It finally dawned on me, as the chill of the wind subsided and I made my way down aisle three--isn't all food "ethnic food"?

And that's why you need algebra, kids.

Speaking of food:

Chicken legs. Is there nothing they *can't* do?

It usually would be ascertained by placing it in quadratic form and then solving for time.

I hear it tastes like frog.

mmmmm-mm! Frog legs. Ain't had those in a long time.

Has anybody ever noticed.

This offer is law where prohibited by void.

Building her own echtgenoot, is she? I didn't know you were related to the Frankensteins.

Why d'you ask?




And does it matter? It's the last Monday of the week, you know.

Funny how a package coming from Harvey, Louisiana, must first go to New Orleans, then Memphis, TN.

"Paradise is exactly like where you are right now only much, much better."

Laurie Anderson

HERM

I thought they paved paradise and put in a parking lot.

But it's still better...

HERM

It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy.

But my Grandmother's cornbread skillet is well seasoned.

John has a long moustache.