How dare that màtre d' talk back to such a fine gentleman! I would say that he got what's coming to him, but he already knew that once you stood up from your chair. I feel so proud of myself now that I don't have to rely on the explanation and immediately get the language you speak, Boomingdales. While I haven't been able to swing by the Gentleman's Club as of late, I'm hoping to get back into it post haste. I just wish the fellows haven't sung a eulogy for me.
This new batch of spamfarmers are quite pestilent, aren't they? Perhaps your new lady friend might feel obliged to eat them, seeing as she's a peskytarian. Also, it's nice to see Morris fitting in. I would've though the frontseat would be too cramped for him, like a small-sized taco shell housing a humongous slab of salami.
Good old Morris, I am sure he will fit in Mohr as time goes on! :0)
There will always be a seat for you at the club old fellow.
I think with the SpamFarmers I have died out their trick. The non bot ones that is, they just read the title and scan the pics then comment something based on that. Is almost always wrong but they don't care!
We will trace back the evolution of the SpamFarmers with your Thursday edition! It has shaped up to be quite the chronicle, not unlike your animation! Uncle Boom, the STEEMstorian!