What does one give for a 1556th anniversary? Is it paper? Or is it corned beef?
I’m fairly certain it’s corned beef.
I’m fairly certain it’s corned beef.
Planets, humph. You’re clearly as bad as the moon.
Fool me, you can’t get fooled again.
I don’t even want to find out why it’s called that.
Mmmm- maple syrup.
One day at a time.
They’re loading up the shovels.
Poor Napoleon.
Though not by much, I know.
Or least omnipresent.