ATTENTION, STEPHEN KING
(Thanks to marfie)
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May 23, 2006
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Gerhard needs a golf club or tennis racket.
Posted by: Olo Baggins of Bywater | May 23, 2006 at 02:44 PM
A little-known side effect of fertility drugs...
Posted by: jt | May 23, 2006 at 02:44 PM
Well, Mister Gerhard is a little old, but perhaps his wife is keeping something from him.........
Posted by: vanityball | May 23, 2006 at 02:54 PM
I'm sure when the bird finally leaves, he won't have any egrets.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 23, 2006 at 02:55 PM
Has Mr. Schneider checked his front door step? When a stork taps on your bedroom window, that's a pretty big hint--even if you are 72.
Posted by: Lisa Bisa Fo Fisa | May 23, 2006 at 03:04 PM
Attention, Alfred Hitchcock, for that matter.
Posted by: ScottMGS | May 23, 2006 at 03:12 PM
They should try to be stoic about this.
Posted by: Alien8 | May 23, 2006 at 03:14 PM
Stalking Storks WBAG alliterative NFARB and competition for the Counting Crows.
Posted by: ScottMGS | May 23, 2006 at 03:14 PM
Every time I try to sleep, a spork knocks on my window.
Posted by: Alien8 | May 23, 2006 at 03:18 PM
Stalking storks? The photo looks like stacking storks.
and yes, I'm seeking *snorks* shortly.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 23, 2006 at 03:34 PM
May the storks be with you
Posted by: CoastRaven | May 23, 2006 at 03:35 PM
I have three words for Mr. Schneider: Thirty Ought Six
Posted by: xmnr | May 23, 2006 at 03:38 PM
AWBH, I think that might be Stroking Storks
(sorry. had to.)
Posted by: Ann | May 23, 2006 at 03:51 PM
snorking stork flauts Krouts?
and that's Thirty aught six
Posted by: pogo | May 23, 2006 at 03:56 PM
Krauts, dammit
Posted by: pogo | May 23, 2006 at 03:57 PM
i snorked a stork, a stork i snorked, and on this.. . nah, that doesnt work.
i have no egrets either, ha.
but there's nothing a brick wouldnt do . . .
Posted by: queensbee | May 23, 2006 at 03:58 PM
and flouts.
*wanders off muttering*
Posted by: pogo | May 23, 2006 at 03:59 PM
"I'm sure when the bird finally leaves, he won't have any egrets."
*Snork*@Annie
I dunno, it all seems kind of loon-y to me...
Posted by: marfie | May 23, 2006 at 04:04 PM
Once upon a midnight dreary...
Posted by: Reddsuss | May 23, 2006 at 04:09 PM
This would be enough to make me fly over the cuckoos nest.
Posted by: 24-aholic | May 23, 2006 at 04:10 PM
Smirking storks smite snoring Schneider.
Booger!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 23, 2006 at 04:11 PM
Time to change mama's perfume? Some of that stuff does smell like a stork in heat.
not that I ever smelled one, just musing.
Posted by: Hanna | May 23, 2006 at 04:37 PM
That's nothing. I've got woodpeckers threatening to sell nude pictures of me on Ebay.
Posted by: Bird Hater | May 23, 2006 at 08:16 PM
Try saying "stalking storks" three times fast/.
Or "Brandenburg an der Havel" even once.
Posted by: slyeyes | May 23, 2006 at 08:17 PM