The day after he died, I saw his message (I'm worse than lousy with phones); I strained to listen to but catching only isolated phrases - "... come one, come all ... your gun is my butter ... so I bought a giraffe ..." - I gratefully accepted his last (uncommissioned) translation: death into enigma.
Originally posted by Raven69They were out of Unicorn, the other white meat, so I bought a giraffe.
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Originally posted by Hand of HecateMy great-great-great grandparents opened Boyers Hardware in 1869 and I needed to attract new customers for the twenty first century so I bought a giraffe.
They were out of Unicorn, the other white meat, so I bought a giraffe.
*true story, actually. It's here in Slatington Pa, the stuffed giraffe stands floor to ceiling*
Originally posted by sonhouseWhere the hell do you get a stuffed giraffe that big? How much? And where do I get one?
My great-great-great grandparents opened Boyers Hardware in 1869 and I needed to attract new customers for the twenty first century so I bought a giraffe.
*true story, actually. It's here in Slatington Pa, the stuffed giraffe stands floor to ceiling*
