I like to occasionally tease someone by suggesting that they once joined a punk band while it was brainstorming for a new band name, suggested “Bitter Dregs” and soon got kicked out of the band because they had already booked their first gig under the name before anyone caught on to the “Star Trek” reference.
One of my favorite birthday cards to give to women 35 and older is captioned (with appropriate 1950’s style photo): “Looks like you’re shaking your Maracas a little lower this year.”
That would make plastic surgeons Maraca Repairmen.
While, he can branch to rattlesnakes handler.
“Cussing furbies” sounds like a great epithet.
Or a great name for a band.
Everything is a great name for a band
I like to occasionally tease someone by suggesting that they once joined a punk band while it was brainstorming for a new band name, suggested “Bitter Dregs” and soon got kicked out of the band because they had already booked their first gig under the name before anyone caught on to the “Star Trek” reference.
“Everything is a great name for a band” is a terrible name for a band.
*LIKE*
Congratulations, you guys are on TV Tropes.
Watch me.
It’s been a long time since you made me squirt my morning joe out my nose. Haha! Good grief that last panel is fun
One of my favorite birthday cards to give to women 35 and older is captioned (with appropriate 1950’s style photo): “Looks like you’re shaking your Maracas a little lower this year.”
That would make plastic surgeons Maraca Repairmen.
That baby bug in the first panel just might be one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen…
Broken toys stayed toys by morphing into ‘targets.’
Ever see the Battle of Midway done with model glue and a match?
“cussin’ furbies?”
what’s next? “F*** me elmo”?
Hey, hasn’t it always been about the maracas?