“Freeze your ass off tonight,” Snow said to Broccoli. “Better off sleepin in the tent.”
As the tent descended, Broccoli felt he was in a slow-motion, but headlong, irreversible fall.
“Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain’t over.”
“You’re too much for me, Snow,” Broccoli said. “I wish I knew how to quit you.”
But nothing could be done about it, and if you can’t fix it, you’ve got to pick the broccoli.
Hahahaha! Ha! You had me at the title. :-D
That sure is a fine lookin’ head o’ broccoli there…
Ever notice how a broccoli’ll powder her nose before a snow party starts, and then powder it again when the party’s over? Why powder your nose just to go home to bed?
what a weird-looking ghost
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