And that’s lunch…
We left off with Bobby-Joe looking around all stealthy-like. To which Marge responded by giving his head a love-tap with a two by four.
Marge: You idiot! You’re going to draw attention. Remember: we ain’t building no bomb shelter, this is just a lil ol’ shed to hold our moonshine.
It may have taken a few hours, but eventually Bobby-Joe and Marge successfully built their moonshine shelter and it looked a little something like this
They never did figure out the Ikea directions.
But now, thankfully, Bobby-Joe and Marge are safe from impending doom that the non-posting on Snarky Rider indicated.
Actually, they’re not safe. But no one’s going to tell them because we’re all hoping the shack collapses on their dumb asses. Because – you guessed it – Bobby-Joe and Marge are BACKYARD BREEDERS! and deserve to have hell rain down on them – or at least a shed.
Yup, made all that up because I thought someone else was posting today and apparently our signals got crossed. We’ll get our shit together for tomorrow. Have a good one!