Brevity by Dan Thompson for October 13, 2012

Who would Care a wack? Hey, Allen, let’s go down to the Village for a Ginsburger….

My dad used to sell adds for radio. Sometimes he would help write them…One was for a meat market….Yup, you guessed it! Never a bum steer!…..And he was the one without a sense of humor!….My mom channeled Chico Marx….

I’ve seen the best minds of my generation drink way too much coffee….

It’s not fair to steereotype.

Eldo…. Subterraneans give you the homesick blues…

I wouldn’t mind the hipsteers if they didn’t talk bull all the time…You’d think you’d have some meaty conversation with those types…but no bones about it, listening to them is a mis-steak.

Varnes you quashed my bum steer line…. sniffle….

And I’m trying so hard not to make any jokes using the word “horny.”

That’s why the above lame post….sigh…should I hide?

Good thing those hipsteers are all of age, or they’d wind up grounded beef.

I wouldn’t steer you wrong – they’re dehornyed bulls.

Steer says; Bull, which heifer you want, red or blond?

You don’t want to talk to those guys, either. They are all bull$hitters.