Thursday, April 11, 2013

They call me Lame Beaver....."




"Why do they call me Lame Beaver?"
"Because I like to lay on my buckskin rug instead of staying home and banging my wife Jeanie!"
"She definitely doesn't have a Lame Beaver."
"More of a tasty Beaver."
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4 comments:

ricpic said...

Most of the faces of the Indians you see in the western states look like the lids of banged up garbage cans.

April 11, 2013 at 6:49 PM
ricpic said...

the dented lids

April 11, 2013 at 6:54 PM
ndspinelli said...

I just drove through Beaver, Utah. I spent a couple nights in Vegas on my way back to Cheeseland. I got my ass kicked @ the tables. But, it's always fun..just one giant freak show. Kind of like TOP.

April 11, 2013 at 9:42 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...

Talking about driving through Beavers and Cheeseland, Meade is still around but he could get lost, you never know...

April 12, 2013 at 3:44 AM

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