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Oh, yeah, two of my girls came in last night to watch I Am Legend. They kept up a quiet commentary (burk...burk burk?...burk-burk-burrrrk...) through the whole thing (much less annoying than people talking in a theater).
My childhood pet White Leghorn roo went to the grocery store with my mom and me one day (it was Mom's idea, I swear!). We put Herman in the child seat of the cart and rolled him right past the sign on the door that said "NO DOGS ALLOWED." He stayed put in the cart the without any coaxing and had a great time commenting on all the merchandise, but he did get a little quiet when we passed the butcher counter. The next day the store had a new sign: "No PETS ALLOWED."
Oh, yeah, two of my girls came in last night to watch I Am Legend. They kept up a quiet commentary (burk...burk burk?...burk-burk-burrrrk...) through the whole thing (much less annoying than people talking in a theater).
My childhood pet White Leghorn roo went to the grocery store with my mom and me one day (it was Mom's idea, I swear!). We put Herman in the child seat of the cart and rolled him right past the sign on the door that said "NO DOGS ALLOWED." He stayed put in the cart the without any coaxing and had a great time commenting on all the merchandise, but he did get a little quiet when we passed the butcher counter. The next day the store had a new sign: "No PETS ALLOWED."
