After cancer I have a colostomy I named Morty. He makes a lot of noise sometimes, which confuses people about where the noise is coming from. I just them, "That's just Morty. Pay no attention to him. He's a real arse-hole, and is always full of sh*t."
One of many reasons I could never go to work for myself. I'd be stuck with a real asshole for a boss, who would never be satisfied with my work.
Lumber yard I pass on the way to work changes their sign weekly. This week it's:
How does a Locomotive eat? It goes Chew Chew.
After cancer I have a colostomy I named Morty. He makes a lot of noise sometimes, which confuses people about where the noise is coming from. I just them, "That's just Morty. Pay no attention to him. He's a real arse-hole, and is always full of sh*t."