Sunday, July 29, 2007

Somehow I Refrained from a Tea-bagging Joke


Originally uploaded by littlebiddle

Gunther didn't know why, but ever since moving into the new house he always felt a bit steamed. He wanted to just bag it, but he couldn't help but spout off. At least the rent wasn't steep.

Random Flickr-blogging explained.

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7 Comments:

Blogger ahab said...

Would it upset his whole teacart if you told him that when life gives you lemon, you make lemonade?

4:54 AM  
Blogger Deb said...

Earl wanted a grey house, which is why he passed on it.

7:22 AM  
Anonymous Steve H. said...

Oh, George, you're making much too big a deal of this; you know, like a tempest out of a molehill...

8:03 AM  
Blogger Ironicus Maximus said...

You've been warned before about violating the puns per sentence limit as established by U. N. Resolution 607.
You alone in a room, strapped to a chair listening to a continuous loop of Bush stump speeches.
Just saying.

12:28 PM  
Blogger SAP said...

At least it wasn't a tepid life.

2:43 PM  
Blogger Mike said...

George, are you the Mad Hatter or the March Hare?

(I'm the Doormouse.)

3:55 AM  
Blogger Generik said...

Were you in your cups when you made that caption?

9:50 AM  

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