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#14 - rambearclaw
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(10/05/2012) [-]
We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter", you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
#27 to #14 - julpiter
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(10/05/2012) [-]
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#28 to #27 - rambearclaw
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(10/05/2012) [-]
There ya go with that smart mouth. Lisa run outside and cut me switch!