For a farce, the ending was quite poignant.
You're not my supervisor!!
Is that a peony, or is he just glad to see me?
That’s a fierce barber!
I… I… sorry, I got nothin’.
Speaking of different subjects, I heard this on the radio during 9th grade.
A crocodile walks into a bar. He sidles up next to a woman and calls, “Bartender?”
The bartender approaches the crocodile and says, “Sorry, but we don’t serve you crocodile-types in this place.”
The crocodile says, “Is that so?! Well, what do you think about this?” Then he turns to the woman next to him, grabs her in his jaws, and swallows her in one gulp. “You gonna serve me a drink now?”
The bartender replies, “Sorry, but we don’t serve drug abusers.”
“Who’s a drug abuser?!” shouts the crocodile.
“You are! Remember that barbituate?”
Nobody? Fine.
This thread is now about opera.
Did you guys plan that?
Now is the time in this thread when we dance.
TBH, their hair looks dry and brittle, which would make sense given the soaps of the time. Imagine what it would look like today, with some good conditioner!
It sure does. And the weight of it! Those poor women must have had constant headaches just from the bulk of it.
Ha! That was much my response too, the first time I misread your username. I was like ‘whaaaaaat… what is a… gynofrog?!’
Anyways, was just glad to make that confession about how I still read your name because it’s been low-grade bothering me for months. And I daren’t think about what it says about my reading comprehension and general perception!
I see a delicious gyro with frogs in it instead of lamb.
I do wonder if they used the products with their image on 'em.
And what the hell is “hair fertilizer”?