Where would you go on a shopping spree?
Your house.
I’ll hide in the bushes…
wait for you to leave…
use the key under your welcome mat…
come inside…
like a boss…
take what I want…
open your refrigerator…
drink all your pickle juice…
put the jar back…
leave your pickles naked and dry.
…
On to the next one…
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…….👦🖐️🍬
→ 😏💭
→ 🚪🚶♂️
→ 🛍️❌💵
→ 😎✋
…….👧👗
→ 🧥⬇️
→ 🪒🎁
…….🧺🧺🧺
→ 😂😂
→ 👐🌬️
→ 🎉
…….🚪🚶♂️
→ 🚪🚶♀️
→ 🚪🚶♂️🚶♀️
→ 😎💰
→ 👐👐👐
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lol
🙃…
Bryan my friend that photo you attached is all sorts of disturbing yet I’m cracking up.
Good one !
Haha yeah… well ya know… sometimes… I don’t even have to try… it just comes naturally… I was reading Hemingway’s memoir… I laid it down to write this post… then I picked it back up… I’m sure he’d be proud 😁
Oh definitely! 😁
😁
This gave me a laugh
Ooo thanks for laughing… I’m in one of them moods today… 🙃
haha.
😁
🤣
😁😝
Howdy Loia and all,
Have you not owned?
The heavy glass door clicks shut, a hollow echo in the quiet kitchen. You’ve stolen the only thing that mattered — the sharp, vinegary lifeblood of the jar. Now, the green husks wait in the dark, shriveling in the air, preserved no longer, as the silence of the house begins to taste like salt.
Be kind and kindly.
Great words my brother… how are you? Good to see you here
One can’t air much… I am hanging on, brother.
I’m remembering you in prayer today 🙏
😀
😁🙃😉😝 …