Nope. Not behind my sofa cushions—though I did find a few disciples of the Jesus Skittle.
At least, I think they’re His disciples; they have the beards and that same beatific glow, but I suppose they could just be a bunch of nicely-tanned southern rocker Skittles. After all, it’s not like I haven’t pulled a hungover, whisky-soaked Marshall Tucker Band out of there on more than one occasion…
Developing…
The Marshall Tucker band are a creation of Karl Rove!
How do I know? I heard it in a love song; cain’t be wrong.
Well, it’s still weird to find them in your sofa cushions. But the groupies who need cab fare and will do just about anything to get it…that kinda makes it all worthwhile.
Maybe the dingo ‘et
your babyNatalee Holloway.Nice try, Jeff. But, this ruse will not dissuade us from our demands to see the hard-shelled one entertain for our pleasure.
Nay, we will not be swayed by your clever trickery. Bring him out at once. We demand it!
TW=”hell” As in, “the seventh level of” without the Armadillo on Friday! Now get busy.
Hey, I was wondering whatever happened to those guys!
Where is investigative journalism? Gretta should go to a night club, get drunk, and accept a ride from strangers, then write it all up.
If I can’t see the armadillo dance, I demand you post a picture of the next bearded skittle that shows up.
“The Jesus Skittle” would be a great name for a band. Or some sort of old-timey jig.