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All In The Name Of Love, And, All That Stuff

     I know it’s early…it is just the beginning of the Fall season, but Norma has condemned William and I to using cuss jars. We’re not supposed to talk about certain things. If we do, then we have to put money in a cuss jar.

     I figure I should do my part so that William can add to his cuss jar. That way he may be able to save up enough money to buy all those things he’d like to buy. Maybe he’ll be able to travel. Maybe he’ll travel to this side of Ontario to give me a slap.

     You might be wondering what word I am talking about. He says it rather blatantly, singing it even. It’s an awful four letter word. It’s right up there with all those other four-letter swear words that one shouldn’t say.

     Yes, you’ve got it. SNOW!

     But, I feel that it’s my duty as a friend and colleague of William’s to encourage him to fill his cuss jar until it’s overflowing with coins. I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least try to do my part to help out William. I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t do everything I could for him.

     So, join me as we encourage William to fill his jar.

     Oh my….even the snow people can’t help themselves. William, doesn’t that make you want to say the magic word?

This one’s for you Norma….I know how you like gross things!

Have to admit, this is a great shot.

But, this is an awful shot.

Oh, how can you honestly like this stuff?

Even this guy doesn’t understand what you could possibly like about this frigid, solified water.

Give up, William. Just say it and pay the cuss jar!