Joe Morton

All the dogs in my neighborhood are telling me Timmy’s stuck in a well.

First, they’d have to admit they have a problem.

Somebody sure flunked the “I am not a robot” test.

Sending thoughts and prayers.

Was the pun THAT bad that they put you in the stockade? Tough crowd.

Beer goggles. Perhaps on backwards.

It takes a lot of patience to try 30,258 names before finding an available login.

This post is pure genius, plain and simple.

He ran out of locusts.

Very pretty Trillium. And the message ain’t bad, either.

A beer that's NOT an IPA??? There's still hope!

I'd be worried about the new Pope smiting me for rooting against the White Sox, but that's just me. 😂

He was looking for his ACME delivery.

Remind them of the time you had to run Legos through the dishwasher.

#KatieAfterDark, but not about South Carolina.

I was going to say 7, depending on many factors, such as the commitment each painter has to painting yet another house, how good each painter is at procrastination, whether the pair could find, eh hem, better things to do together. That said, it could just as easily be 8. We’ll just never know.

Thoughts and prayers.

Who has the better take on Purity of Essence: Turgidson or Hegseth?
Fun fact (for me, at least): I’m a day older than Dr Strangelove.

Did you throw your hands up with another outfielder?

Spelling herd.

Did anyone in the group chat claim responsibility?

‘Tis better to toss plates than to toss cookies.

And I STILL haven’t named my local herons. 🤦🏻‍♂️

Michitario!

Superfloof!

Disrespectful and dangerous...is a pox a strong enough curse?

You had me at, “stepping on rakes”.

Makes me think of ex-chat, the last person I’d want to chat with. Ever.

I’m afraid we’ll have to leave that to President Jeffries after Mango Mussolini and the couch guy are impeached.

Now I have to start naming my local herons.