Not all of the roosters went to camp. One-eyed Calico Jack didn't want to go to no stinkin' camp.
And of course Blackbeard couldn't go because he has to take care of The Wenches.
Little Jack Scallywag wanted to stay with his poppa.
And of course...
we couldn't let Bumbling Bob go. His grace and agility is improving and he's grown more popular with the ladies now that he's taking dance lessons.
"Put your left foot in, put your left foot out, put your left foot in and shake it all about..."
7 comments:
Oh, thank goodness.I was so worried about Bob for a minute there.
You keep eating those kind of dinners & you will start looking like me,it looked delious.You know "get down & roll & get there faster".
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We decided then the time had come to send the boys off to freezer camp. 'Cause that's where roosters go to live happily ever after. *wink, wink* So I packed their little bags and chauffeured them to the site and the engineer took it from there.
What a great wording, you made me laugh!
Oh how funny!!
How do you come up with this stuff?
Do you do stand-up? LOL
Freezer camp huh? That's really cool! I've got goose bumps thinking about it. :) Blessings, marlene
I just discovered your blog yesterday and put it on my Favorites list. I'll be checking in to see what fun things you are doing.
Was that your actual dinner? And can I come over? Yummmmmm - camping agrees with the Stew brothers.
And thanks for saving Bob. I've always loved goofy men.
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