Whew! It was getting hard to breathe.
UPDATE: Via Twitter:
You could do eight posts and then go bowling. Because that would be Henry the eight and Ann Bowlin'. Don't lose your head!
February 4, 2009
I'm now set free...
... by Henry.
Whew! It was getting hard to breathe.
UPDATE: Via Twitter:
Whew! It was getting hard to breathe.
UPDATE: Via Twitter:
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I'm sensing a "Henry" theme today.
Henry the horse.
Splendid.
"Henry? Henry Aldridge!"
"Coming mother."
Williamburg's favorite Henry, Patrick Henry while drinking late one night with his buddy Tommy Jefferson, are said to have started yelling "Give me liberty or give me death!" The rest of the story was that the serving wench at their favorite tavern was an early Hooters Girl who was named Liberty. Their drunken outburst was overheard and repeated all over town, but Tommy, fearing the Royal Governor's wrath, blamed it all on Patrick Henry, and thus began the American Revolution. The power of good Hooters should never to be misunderestimated.
Did he enjoy too much the tantalizing combination of caramel, peanuts and fudge? Oh Henry!
Didn't Bob Hope sing "Hank's for the mammaries?" Henry and breast blogging in one swell foop!
Well, as long as we're talking Henry's today:
Here's my contribution.
Poor Ann ( note, the Professor title is not in use on such a delicate subject ) will get the reputation for running a hard and titilating Blog, when it was always us commenters enlarging her better points. We are her Borat experience.
Ruth Anne, you're hilarious.
Henry's wife-o-meter
I only know one Heimlich maneuver joke. And it's not funny.
Ruth Anne, a genuine talent, makes it look easy.
It's not.
This little tale isn’t as funny as I remembered it.
So why the hell am I linking to it?
[Insert clever "Henry the Choking Shrimp" joke here.]
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