"I swear! I know nothing about the missing bacon from this morning! Or last night's steak. Or Tuesday's hamburgers. How could you possibly....wait a minute...."
"You. You ratted me out to Da Boss."
We have learned to keep the counter "clean".
I'll always regret not owning a golf club of some sort.
A golf ball perched on his head would have been really funny. ...:)
As it was, he just grabbed the leather thingy and played with it...LOL
[Honey Dobe don't care]