“Each time this debate comes up, the president’s approval ratings go down . . . “
He’s like an Irish setter trying to pass a peach-pit (I saw this once) on his tip-toes, crouched over, bottom under him like a greyhound, legs trembling—first time I’ve seen a dog sweat—in a lather, hopping around, yipping, grunting, tensing, squeezing . . . the other dogs gathered around, watching.
He finally passes the pit, that’s the climax, so then what does he do?
Eats it again.
Perfect. LOL!
You know, I could have probably lived the rest of my life without ever hearing your peach-pit story. Thanks a lot, I will never be able to eat a peach nor play with a beautiful Irish setter again without remembering your thoughtful words.
Really, thanks a lot!
Regards,
GtG
“He’s like an Irish setter trying to pass a peach-pit ...”
OUCH!