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Someone? said "People are just about as happy as they've made up their minds to be".
I couldn't agree more...you're one smart chicken!! And love the photo! ROFL! Poor Bert!
ReplyDeleteThis is so true Bert!!!
ReplyDeletehaha! That's a very clean washer btw...
ReplyDeleteSo that's how you make your feathers all wild and crazy! Ingenius!
ReplyDeleteooo bet the dryer makes you smell weird.
ReplyDeleteThe tough part is the spin cycle!
ReplyDeleteYoink!
ReplyDeleteThis goes so well with this post of mine:
Blaming a Day for how You feel…
Today is precisely what you make it and nothing more unless you make it so.
It all reminds me that nobody can make anybody do anything. Just as nobody can make anybody “feel” anything.
http://shariavigilant.multiply.com/journal/item/160
Can't wash a dirty mind, Bert! Keep trying though! LOL
ReplyDeleteLisa, that's why Bert tries to keep his head above water. No washie mind.
ReplyDeleteLOL!! Instead of brain washing it's butt washing? hmmmm that still means for most guys that they are getting brain washed...
ReplyDeleteLMAO @ Lisa's comment! XD
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Bert.. I couldn't agree more with your quote at the end of the blog =]
Bert! Ya gotta' separate the clothes, otherwise You'll Run! lol!
ReplyDeleteDu - Some clothes will run and some will fly (especially pants).
ReplyDeleteMythicalU - Yeah, I try to be happy no matter how miserable I am.
Great I'm happy all the time gvcl
ReplyDeleteI have no mind, what about those who have no mind like me?
ReplyDeleteThat wavy red crown...
Once I washed my chickens, they all turned into a Kangaroo.
GVCL - It makes me happy that you are happy.
ReplyDeleteShoko - Well then you can be happy ALL the time.
A Kangaroo with feathers?
Awh! How did you know that? You're right! They were some kind of Kangaroo with feathers and special radiate antenes on their head. After that day, they had no desire to eat seeds, but they liked to chew hard sugars and glasses. When they put eggs (they gained the ability of putting eggs after that marvelous day), I planted their eggs in soil, next morning there was a very huge talllLLllllLlL tree toward the sun that its leaves could touch the sun's face without burning (anti-fire leaves).
ReplyDeleteShoko - I like the idea of planting eggs in soil... maybe little baby chicks would sprout from the ground? or maybe an eggplant?
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