Wrong.
Frank has good knees.
Maintenance guys that I worked with had a nickname for me. Every morning I went to the maintemance shop to shoot the shit before my shift ended....
"Cotton! How'd everything run last night?"
I walk just like him.....but I don't look like him or talk like him....and I'm not cranky either. Its just the way I walk.....honest.
Wrong.
Frank has good knees.
Maintenance guys that I worked with had a nickname for me. Every morning I went to the maintemance shop to shoot the shit before my shift ended....
"Cotton! How'd everything run last night?"
I walk just like him.....but I don't look like him or talk like him....and I'm not cranky either. Its just the way I walk.....honest.
Totally off the subject except for special walks. I have worked with a few women in the electrical field. I knew this one young lady who grew up on a ranch and had horses. One time, she got injured with a spooked horse and had a hip injury. She said, "If it looks like I am "wiggling it," I am actually limping from that injury."
Not missing a beat, I replied, "On the other hand, if it looks like I am limping, I am actually "wiggling it.""
That got a laugh. The secret is take the shortest route to the punch line and pay attention to timing.
I thought it was a chat bot at first but rereading I am wondering if Kamala joined the hide. Makes as much sense as the rest of the word salad shit that comes out of her cum sucker