The DT’s December 1, 2016December 1, 2016 Bill Spencer By Michael Vadon I’m suffering from the DT’s. I’m shaky, and I need a drink real bad. Maybe some hair of the dog? Share this Post:
If you look real closely or you don’t look real closely, the very sight of him, terrifies me and very little terrifies Bill Y.
That dog bites.
I’m afraid he’s rabid.
If you look real closely or you don’t look real closely, the very sight of him, terrifies me and very little terrifies Bill Y.
You’re a good judge of people, Bill Y, . . . and a good judge of danger.
Oh please! Not THAT hair of THAT dog!
You don’t know where it has been! 😛
There’s a reason it’s called a “shock” of hair.
Try Cheetos…they may calm you down, or at least think you have something to look forward to.
Cheetos never prosper.
This is what happens when evil reigns. LOL
I wish this cold turkey’d quit.