Showing posts with label do I have any granola stuck in my rasp because if I do I want you to tell me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label do I have any granola stuck in my rasp because if I do I want you to tell me. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2009

"A bat flew into my livingroom on Sunday night, and I flushed him out the front door with an umbrella, also known in London as a bumbershoot."


Mr. Lunchbox was feeling very antsy this morning due to the fact that he may have to unzip his zipperlip and be the Chairman of a Toastmasters meeting. Too many slugs at a Toastmasters and you have a seriously gooey situation indeed! Thank goodness there is a time limit for the speaker. Mr. Lunchbox has already decided that he shall step, or rather, hop in if the situation becomes a heated debate. No wonder they call the group Toastmasters!