Beware of darkness. Beware of men who are overly fond of cats. Beware of birds that fly into your house and perch on your bed post. Beware of skinny chefs. Beware of men with heart-shaped faces. Beware of grifting bear geeks.
Beware of strangers Beware of giving out too much information about yourself. Beware of Bimboes Beware of shoes that do not fit Beware of wasp's nests Beware of not following your instincts
Beware of men that keep the skeletal remains of their mother in the basement. Beware of Men that like a nice chianti and fava beans. Beware of investigating strange noise's coming from the attic/ basement when all the power is out. Beware of the dog. Beware of people with smelly fingers.
Beware of dental and medical people who respond to your cries of pain with, "That doesn't hurt!" Beware of hysterical weather forecasts (except for tornado warnings). Beware of people who call from "Cardholder Services" as if they're calling from your credit card company.
Beware of doing stupid things Beware of conceited fools Beware of Doctor's that do colonoscopies without adequate anethesia. Beware of your friends, especially women. Beware of today's societal philosophies
Beware of masseuses's with erections...That advice for ladies and Gentlemen...Cad was having what he thought to be a nice relaxing massage when the 'chap' doing the massage bumped into Cad!
You know when bees swarm like that they rarely sting? I was mowing the lawn once, and accidentally went over a yellow jacket nest entrance (they nest underground), and, lost in thought as I usually am, I didn't notice anything until I felt a tingle on my arms that wasn't just vibrations from the lawnmower. I looked down, and my arms were covered with yellow jackets--just like the women in the pictures. I stood there in shock, wondering what to do, and they all took off at once and flew back into their nest. I didn't get stung!
Im not aware Im never aware , what is aware , is it something you ware in a warehouse , ware abouts is ware , ware does it come from , ware is it now, does anybody know ware?
Pls beware of your ware, be it silver ware, superware, or under ware. Once you runout of your ware, whare in the wonder wear will you find some ware to wear Gee,this is wareing!
What would happen to me if I tried to jump one of those lovely oriental bee-ladies? Are their clothing guard-bees? Do they have a few down below making royal jelly? Does one lick them?
If you ask any man about licking honey, I can predict the theme of the response with unerring accuracy. However, I, personally, am not that rude. I am a gentleman, I tell you.
Mrs Thing - may I ask the nature of the malady that you predict?
But he'd have to say it in bastardized latin, so it would probably be something like "Ecce merchanisis", or something like that. Brain isn't working this morning, I'm sure Thumble can come up with something far wittier.
"I think if you licked a bee-lady, you'd get a malady"
If you licked a bee-lady, your tongue would get 2,347 stings, sending you into anaphalactic shock, swelling it up bigger than a bison's penis, bringing much joy to the young ladies, but resulting in almost instant death, sort of like a Black Widow experience.
More fun to lick a C-Lady, as those mermaids smell a like a nice piece of halibut, attracting lobster-cows and other forms of bovine crustaceans, like shrimp-bulls or prawn-elk. But although most of them could trample you to pulp at the same times as they pinch you with their little claws, that's not a malady, that's just a bad accident. By process of elimination the malady would have to be crabs.
Either way, you'd never get to lick an A-lady again.
Can we can just get back to wearing the ware. Not that waring the wear is not important but we seem to have gotton off the ware road. Now, wear the ware are we?
Oh, OK, in this case you mean suffice instead of fuck. Didn't think of that one. Good thing I used to be a Brit. Most North Americans would draw a different meaning from that statement.