But it Dew
The steaks will be too high for sure.
You cow herds!
Yup. His name is Moe.
I told them they were being gracist.
I’m utterly tickled to be here.
The dad replied, "Son, it's way over your head."
Mum says no baby.
The baby grass snake says, Thank god for that ive just bitten my toungue.
Jackson Frolic
I guess we'll just have to make dew.
They're over dew.
Because it’s pasture age
It was in plane sight!
but he has been lawn gone.
Bamboozled!
Certain related tribes in sub-Saharan Africa often raided each other's villages when most folk were herding animals. Sometimes they would take vegetables and water, but more often taking little things, to gently mock each other. It was all in good fun. After a successful raid, the "winning" tribe would celebrate by dancing under the stars, or in one of their large, grass-covered spirit houses.
One day, the Imaqi took their Satari shaman's sceptre. The following day, the Satari not only stole the sceptre back, but also the Imaqi chief's regalia.
It went back and forth, until, on a rare and daring escapade, three Imaqi warriors stole the Santari chief's throne. They put it on display, above their chief's throne in the spirit house.
The Imaqi thought that this was hilarious, and as it was beginning to rain, made merry and danced in the spirit house. Suddenly, the heavy throne on display fell down and killed a number of the dancing revelers.
The moral should be obvious: those who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
I said I wood because it's got a lot growing for it.
I really need to get mowtivated.
It was a diamond in the rough.
Credit (not quite the same): Frank and Ernest by Thaves for May 02, 2020
But apparently they prefer grass.
He told me lots of bad things about grass.
Vegetarian hemorrhoids
Please don’t make fun of my re-seeding hare line.
It's graze anatomy.
Because the grass tickles their balls. (Saw this on twitter thought it was hilarious)
It's a lawnboa.
I mean, someone has to moo the lawn.
It cuts itself.
My garden burns
Once upon a time there were numerous tribes in a jungle. Each tribe struggled to survive, and over time and as skills evolved, tribes began to trade goods with each other. One tribe learned the skills of architecture, and traded designs for safe grass houses with neighboring tribes for other necessities, such as food. Over time, the tribe grew quite rich, and without the need for goods the chief of the tribe demanded payment in the form of a tribute, an ornate throne. Over time the number of thrones the chief owned grew more and more numerous, so he had a great multi-story grass house built to store all of his thrones. One day, the weight of the thrones became so much the house collapsed, killing the chief. The moral of the story is… wait for it…
He who lives in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.
Told my wife, "I hope I don't have any flash backs to Bee-ietnam"
My stuff is out on the street
ha ha ha ha ha ha get it?!?!?
Cow-workers!
But it dew
But it dew.
Well, I guess we’ll just have to make dew!
