H/T Scissorhead Fran
It’s not that big, it’s just that the rooms are small.
Juan Vega, the clam diver, found an injured sea otter and nursed it back to health. From the moment the grateful otter was able to walk, it never left Juan’s side. It even learned to dig for clams. One day, a restaurant owner went to Juan’s house looking to hire him for a week. His wife answered the door. “Sure,” his wife said. “It will cost you $500.” “That much?” he said. “But you’re getting my husband and his otter. They bring up more clams than anyone else in town.” “I just want Juan. I’ll hire him alone for $350.” the man countered. “Sorry…” she shrugged. “You can’t have Juan without the otter.”
I’m otter here…
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That sign is almost as good as the poster for a female preacher representing Burning Bush Ministries. unfortunately, the poster is no longer in my position.
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Well, by “lodging” they don’t really mean ‘a place to stay’ more of a general description of the problem, see, it’s lodged half-way like Pooh after the hunny.
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Thanks for the tip!
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I’m guessing Big Dick makes all his money selling t-shirts at the gift shop.
And I’m getting a jump on my Christmas shopping.
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