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Thanks Mark. 🙂
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Some great tips, courtesy of BlueBird 😂
Thanks Chris. 🙂
People should never, EVER ask me for directions.
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I hear you.
A clean start … 👍
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Laughed out loud at Every. Single. One. 😁 Thanks.
These are great!
Love these to bits…
🤣Those were all good. My personal favorite, though, was
“I sometimes wonder what became of people who asked me for directions.”
[ Whoa! I just found out my browser has a select-emoji option now. I think that’s new with the latest upgrade, although it might have been there for years and I just didn’t know. 👀 ]
[ Reverting to hieroglyphics! ]
I wish I could close my kitchen. Sheesh.
It hurts when someone you love says mean things! That’s hysterical! Stealing it!
Steal away. 🙂
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
All so funny but the “directions” and “hiding stuff” quips were unexpected treasures.
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Thanks Michael. 🙂
Thank you as well, BoB! Always best entertainment. xx Michael
Wonderful for me, as i am having a little bit chauvinistic behavior. Lol Thanks BoB! Enjoy a wonderful rest of the week! The half is just done. 😉 xx Michael
These are great; mainly I love the old-fashioned pictures:)
Love the comment on putting family’s things where they can’t find it.
I’ve been known to do that. 🙂
The one about hiding things is not far off the truth. When he as a teenager, my son had things all over his bedroom floor. Fed up with telling him to tidy it up. I did it myself. His reaction? ‘Now I can’t find anything. I knew where everything was on the floor. I could see it!’
Sounds familiar. 🙂
Where do I sign up for that Calorie Refund?! 😀
Soon as I find out, I’ll let you know. 🙂
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Thanks Rae. ♥️
Wonderful! Thanks for making my day better.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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