Um. Hi, ya'll. OMS asked me to post and let all ya'll know, his tens of readers, that he is OK. He's a little hungover from trying to figure out the rest of his life, but he's OK and that's the important thing.He asked me to maybe tell a joke, too, to keep some brevity on the porch. We haggled back and forth because most of my material is about immediate family, and the other most of it is about fat kids, but I think we reached a happy medium. Besides, if he's not posting, then he's probably bearly even reading. HAH! Get it? Bearly!
Anywho, what does you say to a woman who went to the store?
Good job, woman. You know your ro*** Bear, that's it. You're fired. We can handle it from here. Just because there's North Korea missle launches and rain on perfect blue Tuesdays and terrorists to smoke out of their holes and state disarray in some parts of the world doesn't mean we won't get off our sick couch and set the record straight.
Pack your sh*t you unfunny puppet. Gets a-steppin', if you will. We have no use for hack jokes and budget gimmicks in these here parts.
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do you have a guitar neck up you bum, bear?
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