Prematurely, so to speak?Wow, that one came quick.
Keeping threads between the ditches is one thing, keeping minds out of the gutter seems to be a bridge too far.Prematurely, so to speak?
If only there were two of me.Keeping threads between the ditches is one thing, keeping minds out of the gutter seems to be a bridge too far.
You must know me in real lifeKeeping threads between the ditches is one thing, keeping minds out of the gutter seems to be a bridge too far.
Define "gutter".Keeping threads between the ditches is one thing, keeping minds out of the gutter seems to be a bridge too far.
Define "gutter".
Sugar or chocolate chip?Gutter. noun. That place in which my...er...many of our minds reside on a regular basis--filthy as a pig wallering in mud, but between the ears instead of on the outside.
Did my best without resorting to google-fu. Where's my cookie?
Raisins should never be put in cookies. Putting raisins in cookies is a farce, a scam, an evil practical joke that I wouldn’t play on my mother in law.Why not both?
If ya want to offer me something "healthy", I actually do like both oatmeal and raisin cookies too.
Though to be perfectly honest, I'm not all that picky about cookies. I'm kinda sweet on 'em.
If only there were two of me.
Raisins should never be put in cookies. Putting raisins in cookies is a farce, a scam, an evil practical joke that I wouldn’t play on my mother in law.
You see a plate of what appears to be delicious chocolate chip cookies, and your mouth begins watering. You pour a glass of milk (because chocolate chip cookies and milk go together like old guys and 1911’s). You sit down to enjoy this delicious morsel and take the first bite. Then BOOM it hits you like Chuck Norris hits the bad guy. You’ve been tricked. Bamboozled. You promptly spit the blob of nastiness back on your plate and curse the evil person who would dare do this to another human being. You glance over and see Fido watching your every move and contemplate just giving it to the dog. The thought quickly disappears as you remember that you love your dog and you would rather take a bullet than do that to man’s best friend. You resign to simply take the whole plate of cookies and throw them in the trash in order to save anyone else from the anger and betrayal that you just experienced.
I don't know how many there are of me. I quit counting the voices.If only there were two of me.