Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Month's End Bills Have Come

Month's end bills have come.
Collection agency woes...
Don't answer that phone!

Faded Overalls...

Faded overalls...
No shirt and a big beer gut.
My man, the sexpot!

Juice Runs Down My Arms

Juice runs down my arms.
I watch it drip to the floor...
Ummm. Mater samwich!

Them Dinners

Them dinners
Taste even better
Fully thawed.

Rollin' in the Dough...

Rollin' in the dough...
Big day at the flea market.
We got fifty bucks!