My dad's nickname for me is Hamchuck, which is interesting since I loathe ham (and most other pork products). I offer up this blog of ponderings, recollections, contemplations, and things that amuse me, rarely featuring cured meat products, but often starring little plastic dinosaurs wearing outfits. And dogs.
Friday, July 13, 2012
What goes in the hole...
Overheard at work just now:
"I'd get in the trash, but I can't get out! I ain't goin' into the trash if I can't get back out again!"
Followed by low chuckles of agreement and sympathetic head-shaking by the audience.