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I’m sorry, but these are a hoot and I simply have to share.
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Yeah, you know it’s going to be good.
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Told you!
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Well yes, that’s just good manners.
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A footlong doesn’t require a blessing… it requires an exorcism.
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Family. It’s so important.
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When an eggplant just won’t do.
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Admit it, you’re snorting with laughter too.
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Because there is light at the end of the Covid tunnel.
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Valuable lessons, all.
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Talk about being ahead of the trend.
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We still can’t find a kegerator…. so I’m not doubting this at all.
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I’m not afraid of my oven, but the self cleaning thing is a little intimidating.
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Yes.
Yes, please.
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Let’s start the new year laughing.
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And I did.
Yay me!
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Bet you didn’t think of that, but it’s true all the same.
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Good grief, I hope not!
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I’m nothing if not consistent.
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The only appropriate thing to do to that horrible year.
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Amen to that!
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Because thankfully I can still laugh.
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Dogs are thrilled their owners are staying home. Cats? Not so much.
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*Shudders at the thought*
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It’s been a rough year for everyone.
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Thank God we have a refrigerator in the barn filled with tests.
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No comment necessary.
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Feed me Seymour!!!
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After hanging a seasonly appropriate wreath on the Barn Mahal’s door, I wandered inside.
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Which is where I found my husband knee deep in nostalgia and flipping through his high school yearbook.
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First we smiled at the graduation photo.
The hair. The prominent ears. The innocence of youth.
But then…
Then he showed me something I will never be able to erase from my memory.
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My husband… was a … gymnast?
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And not just any gymnast. No.
He was a covered from head to toe in silver paint gymnast.
What. The….
What????
He can’t remember exactly why they struck that pose…. But that’s him, crouching on the lower right.
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And I’m afraid the image is burned onto my retinas and into my frontal lobe.
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Laughing.
You need to do it…. so it might as well be here.
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I knew I was totally blameless! Now if someone would just tell my waistline…
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If we haven’t, we should .
Like right now.
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Karen. Still causing trouble…
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Not yet mind you, but come January it’s entirely possible.
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I saw a woman buy 13 bottles of bleach last week.
They walk among us.
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Because you have to laugh. Or at least I do..
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Nothing worse than a wannabe.
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I’m not sure I needed permission, but thanks anyway.
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Poor Rexy.
How the heck did he eat a taco?
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As rabid as some people have been during this election cycle, it wouldn’t surprise me.
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True.
We were going to retire and travel. Now I get excited if the grocery store has toilet paper.
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The perfect holiday ornament for a truly shitty year.
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Because life during Covid is easier if I can laugh.
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Sad, but true.
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If not, FFS…. somebody pull the plug.
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Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.
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Actually we can afford it, which is somehow even worse.
I miss traveling!
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The nerve of that guy.
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This would not surprise me.
Not one little bit.
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Because I’m still trying to find the humor in this shit show.
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They did. They really did…
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I feel like that’s actually happening. Not airborne bovines, but the decided lack of amazement. After surviving 2020? Nothing will faze me.
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This makes a morbid kind of sense.
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Uh oh.
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Wish me luck!
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I’m afraid I’m already there…
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Milton Berle said laughter is an instant vacation.
So you might as well laugh, because no one’s going to Cabo anytime soon.
This week’s selections have a theme….
Which is basically 2020 bites….
And we’re over it.
Never has there been such a crazy, utterly wasted year.
Yes….
That pretty much says it all.
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