Am I not the most handsome bird you have ever seen? Wait, don’t answer, that was a rhetorical question.
No, Mabel, I don’t need a map. Did Moses need a map in the desert? Okay, bad analogy.
As my cousin, Chico Marx would say, I’m not kissing her, I’m whispering in her mouth.
I hate holidays. I feel like I put on five pounds. Honey, do I look fat in these feathers?
NOTE: Since we love having National This Week and National That Day, I have declared this coming week to be Bird-Of-The-Day.com DUCK WEEK!
Okay, if I can’t see them, then it stands to reason they can’t see me. Right?
What? You’ve never seen an Egret breakdance?
Hilda, do his bad jokes embarrass you as much as they do me?
So I walk into a bar and say . . .
And if I can get a dozen more Mary Kay sales this month, I’ll get a matching Cadillac.
Whoever said three wings was better than two needs a lesson in engineering!!