Originally Posted by Arthur Little
I once knew someone who, whenever her husband let off a 'real rifter', almost invariably had a tendency to meekly inquire:... "Has the dog farted, Harry?... sniff, sniff ... "
Poor mutt ... lying docile on the fireside rug ... HE always got the blame!Although I use 1 icon that doesnt mean I smile or laugh just simple, you made me laugh out loud
