Pass the Puns, Please
Easter morning has arrived. For my family this means putting your shoes on and squishing the egg you forgot you shoved in there; turning on the dryer only to later discover melted chocolate all over everything along with bits of foil and of course, funky colored hands from dipping the egg into the dye, dropping it and having to fish it out with your fingers. And let's not forget for the next few weeks, finding and picking up that damned Easter grass from the baskets. Ahh, Easter, how I love it!
As it is a holiday, consider this your easter treat from your friendly, neighborhood Redneck mommy. A groaner for you, with a side of cheese...
The family of tomatoes
A family of three tomatoes were walking downtown one day when the little baby tomato started lagging behind. The big father tomato walks back to the baby tomato, stomps on her, squashing her into a red paste, and says, "Ketchup!"
Happy Easter everyone!
As it is a holiday, consider this your easter treat from your friendly, neighborhood Redneck mommy. A groaner for you, with a side of cheese...
The family of tomatoes
A family of three tomatoes were walking downtown one day when the little baby tomato started lagging behind. The big father tomato walks back to the baby tomato, stomps on her, squashing her into a red paste, and says, "Ketchup!"
Happy Easter everyone!
11 Comments:
Awwww, poor baby tomato! Michele sent me.
wah wah wah waaaaaaahhhhh
Happy easter!
All together now.... GROAN.
Have a good Easter, not too much melted chocolate in that dryer I hope.
Here from Michele.
We receive more candy this day than on Halloween. I can't stop eating peeps.
What am I to do with all these baskets????
Cute comic. Hope today your shoes are egg free and your hairdryer chocolate free! Here from Michele's...Happy Easter!
Thanks for the groaner. That was a great closer to a wonderful holiday weekend.
Oh, I hate the grass....that is the worst part about easter.
Michele sent me
Lol. I wish I got to have an egg hunt :( It's just not the same when it's all there for you in your easter basket. Yes i know i am 26 and I still feel i deserve an egg hunt. Haha sad i know.
how was easter dinner? do tell
Poor baby tomato.
That's from Pulp Fiction.
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