You know I am a pervert and all, I will admit it, but doesn't it look like they are lining up for a turtle gang bang, and just got confused and thought the rock was a hot sexy turtle. Just sayn'
In Florida when I was growing up we called turtles like that cooters, and ate them. Strangely, we also called women's vaginas "cooter" also, and occasionally dined on that, as well. ;)
Figuratively speaking, of course. ;)
(what did cooter taste like? Chicken, of course. Unless you're referring to the other cooter, which tasted like...fish)
The poor dears. They've blended in with the surroundings, and you've still managed to photograph them. You've become part of the turtle paparazzi, Professor Althouse.
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Cool, I knew you would find great pictures there. I can't wait to see the cherry blossom pics.
As pets they always want to get behind the toilet.
If you have two, they agree to fight.
... all the way down.
You know I am a pervert and all, I will admit it, but doesn't it look like they are lining up for a turtle gang bang, and just got confused and thought the rock was a hot sexy turtle. Just sayn'
Doing tax returns since 5 in the
morning does strange things to your
mind.
Tom Turtle: Isn't that April all over for ya?
Tess Turtle: Yup, just when you find the perfect perch for sunbathing the sun goes and hides behind a cloud.
Tom Turtle: Oh well, we can always shuffle over to the Brooklyn Museum and pay a call on our Egyptian Turtle-God ancestors.
Tess Turtle: They showed proper respect, those Egyptians.
Tom Turtle: They sure did.
What happens when a cat's in a turtle's yard?
Look at 'em, with those beady little eyes, that flat stare. They're planning something, I just know it.
In Florida when I was growing up we called turtles like that cooters, and ate them. Strangely, we also called women's vaginas "cooter" also, and occasionally dined on that, as well.
;)
Figuratively speaking, of course. ;)
(what did cooter taste like? Chicken, of course. Unless you're referring to the other cooter, which tasted like...fish)
/insensitive
/sensitive
Bob takes himself out before the perpetually offended swoop in for the kill.
Should be tuna fish, to be exact.
/sensitive should've been /insensitive
Now I have to apologize to Bob. This is getting positively courtly convoluted. Shoulda stayed in bed.
Bob, two words for you:
Pineapple juice.
The poor dears. They've blended in with the surroundings, and you've still managed to photograph them. You've become part of the turtle paparazzi, Professor Althouse.
Hey! Are those turtles deMets or deYankees?
I like turtles
I'm wiping tears from my eyes after laughing way too much at all the "I like turtles" videos.
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