I’m pretty sure that’s *Mrs* Ugly. The Mr. is that little permanently attached thing hanging off her backside. It’s hard to find a good wife, especially in the dark depths of the ocean. When you find one, you don’t let go.
Resurrection [from La Corona John Donne] Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul Shall—though she now be in extreme degree Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul, And life by this death abled shall control Death, whom Thy death slew ; nor [...]
[From La Corona by John Donne] CRUCIFYING By miracles exceeding power of man, He faith in some, envy in some begat, For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate: In both affections many to Him ran. But O! the worst are most, they will and can, Alas! and do, unto th’ Immaculate, Whose creature Fate is, [...]
And he says, “Hey bub, can you give me a lift?”
[ok, that was lame, you got a better one?]
I’m pretty sure that’s *Mrs* Ugly. The Mr. is that little permanently attached thing hanging off her backside. It’s hard to find a good wife, especially in the dark depths of the ocean. When you find one, you don’t let go.
Is it good to eat?
Toby,
With Cajuns, that question is irrelevant.
Richard, good catch [and, uh, no pun intended].
If I looked like that, I’d probably submerge myself thousands of feet under the water too…
…or at least get a job at the DMV.
Makes me think of Roz in Monsters, Inc. I hear Roz saying, “Wazowski, you haven’t turned in your paperwork.”
Mike, I had to go to the DMV yesterday . . . you’re right on the mark.
Did you get my mother in law’s written permission to post her picture online?
hey, Katharine, I’m telling her you said that.