BoobieCootie

A picture says a thousand words, and this one by far says it best.

You could insert them into a Word or PowerPoint doc. That should at least give you an 8.5 x 11

When I get older losing my hair, Many years from now. Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings bottle of wine. If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door, Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four. You'll be older too, And if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride, Doing the garden, digging the weeds, Who could ask for more. Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four. Every summer we can rent a cottage, In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera Chuck & Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line, Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four.

I'm sure a night jump would cure all. Heck! I'm even offering beer and I still can't lure them in.

That and they fill it with nitro to keep it fresh.

I remember a joke about Dopey asking around if there were dwarf nuns, only to find out that he had f#$$ed a penguin. Then there's always...

Yeehaw! Now that your of legal drinking age (at least in the US), where's the beer? I feel like an old fart now. Happy Birthday and many more!

It could be winds, turbulence ++ too you know. Speedy recovery to them.

Fake an allergic reaction and excuse yourself. It worked for me once.

No kidding. I was just about ready to post a first I've seen and buy everyone a beer to lighten up. Holy crap! And I thought with the late night confrontation with my Mom-In-Law to-be, and getting hammered by stupid fax machines that kept me up till 4am I had it bad. Then everything got better when I got an email from my bride, that really confirms that All You Need Is Love. Posting a small piece without her knowledge or permission: As I was falling asleep, I was thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and how much I love you... Here Comes The Sun

Good times baby!

Since my last name only has 3 letters, I will from now be known as Boobie Cootie.