It’s crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide. I had one grunch but the eggplant there.
This is Yetta Nother’s paragraph. She says “Hi!” Yetta hails from Chapel Hill, NC, and owns a large collection of porcelain frogs.
It’s crackers to slip a rozzer the dropsy in snide!
(An old Mad bit.)
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie — ’cause I ain’t dead yet! This is some blathering intended to outline this image. Whoop-de-do! My brother was an only child. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party. (Note that that was a party slogan for the presidential election the year some guy invented the typewriter. Pack my bag with six dozen liquor jugs.