Tic toxic

I don’t know why tic toxic.  I meant to write tic toc.  Time is running out; it’s midnight and I have to go to bed.  But I should post something because that what I’m supposed to do.  I’m holding myself accountable, which is something I couldn’t do the other days this week.  But but but but but….whatever, I wish I had something funny to say.  I’m going snow camping again on the weekend – that’s good but not funny. An ode to my dad:

How many clams could fit in Hans’ hands,
If Hans’ clammy hands held clams.

That’s my best answer to Calvin’s:

How many boards would the Mongols hoard if the Mongol hordes got bored?

Calvin and Hobbes

A classic.

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Lynne on January 23, 2011 at 7:53 pm

    I’ll give you one for poetic license, but Hans actually has warm, dry hands.

    Reply

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