Cleats by Bill Hinds for January 22, 2025
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Transcript:
Jack: Dee is writing a Valentine poem to Edith. Mondo: Edith? Tanner: You mean "Edith" Edith? That's suck. Dee: Cut it out! Edith is cool! And she's a goalkeeper! Tanner: Dude, she just doesn't seem to be the Valentine type. She's the turpentine type. Dee: Hey - you're good at rhymes. Maybe you can help me.
markkahler52 11 days ago
Blood is red, the Sky is Blue, Tanner I’ll leave all the sarcasm to you!!
Ellis97 11 days ago
Didn’t Tanner hit on Edith one time?
RonnieAThompson Premium Member 11 days ago
Valentine, turpentine, Clementine; all are fine with an excellent wine of mine.
Godfreydaniel 11 days ago
A poison pen poem…..
DaBump Premium Member 11 days ago
Now THAT is desperation!
DKHenderson 11 days ago
“My goal is your heart; when I catch it, I’ll keep it forever more.” (Mush, mush, mush.)