Doctors are calling it Munch housinβ syndrome.
Eats too inn the mourning end eye veal lyke ass leap
He means the reverse.
That's the last time I buy achoo toy.
It's been nice gnawing you.
The Chronicles of Gnaw-rnia...
Hehe..
So I named him gnaw-it-all
Me: Hey, you want a bone to chew on?
Son: Gnaw bro.
It was the best dam program Iβve ever seen.
A gnaw
It said, "Gnaw"
And I was like "Dam."
Gnaw
Gnaws ya
The CIA had changed its recruiting practices, what with all the recent leaks and other problems. So Mr. Johnson was more than a little surprised to see a pine tree, which was dressed in a rather nice suit, waiting outside his office when he arrived at 9 am. He asked his secretary, "Gladys, who is this?"
"Mr. Johnson, this is Mr. Cone, our newest hire. He wanted to talk with you about the Honduras assignment."
Mr. Johnson spoke to Mr. Cone in his office. His new pine tree colleague was very knowledgeable and well-spoken, but there was something about him that threw Mr. Johnson off. He tried to dismiss his concerns as imaginary, but it gnawed at him all through the morning. He barely touched his lunch, as some of the things Mr. Cone had said were still swirling around and around in his mind. He was sure something was wrong, so he went in to see the head of their office branch, Mr. Smith.
"Johnson! Come right in, come right in," said Mr. Smith, puffing on a cigar. Mr. Johnson poured himself a tumbler of whiskey and sipped at it nervously.
"You're being rather quiet today, Johnson. Tell me, what's troubling you?"
"It's just this new guy, Mr. Cone," Mr. Johnson said carefully, staring at the bottom of his whiskey glass. "Are we sure we know him as well as we think we do?"
Mr. Smith took only a small puff from his cigar before letting his hand rest back on his desk. "Now really, Johnson," he sighed, "you're a good agent. Your caution has served you well in the past, but paranoia doesn't look so good on you. Mr. Cone has the most impressive resumΓ© I've seen come across my desk in the last fifteen years. I've personally had him vetted by the best men in the business. He's going to be an asset to this office."
That was the response Mr. Johnson had been afraid of getting, but he continued to press his cause. "I understand that, sir. It's just that I'm getting the strangest feeling from this Cone fellow. Don't you think he's a little too perfect? A little too well-qualified?"
Mr. Smith stopped smoking his cigar altogether. A distant look came into his eyes as he mulled over the possibilities. "You don't suppose--"
"Yes," said Mr. Johnson, "I think he's a plant."
Note: I'm a mom, not a dad, but I'm pretty sure I only thought of this because my father-in-law tortures me with these kinds of stories almost constantly.
Its been nice gnawing you!
was the best dam program i've ever seen.
It's been nice gnawing you.
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw
Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw
Hey, hey, hey.
Goodbye.
It's been nice gnawing you.
It's been nice gnawing you.
It's been nice gnawing you!
It's been nice gnawing you!
From my goofy coworker... :)
βItβs been nice gnawing you.β
It was nice gnawing you!
"It's been nice gnawing you."
It's been nice gnawing you!
