Saturday SlobberLove

WhiteSpaceLookOutSometimes on Saturday, even though we’d rather be playing Hurl Sharky Twenty Feet Until He Almost Goes Flying Over the Fence, we have to be on High Alert at all times, in preparation for all the drunk Saint Patrick’s Day people that will be staggering past our precious homestead wearing green hats and urinating into nearby bushes while screaming gibberish at each other later on into the night.

Back Away From the Hedges,
Brigadier General Get the Hell Outta Here

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Top of the mornin’ to you, sweet O’Cooper!

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Erin Go Braless!