"Time to carve you up!" Hans & Frans pull

"Time to carve you up!" Hans & Frans pull started their chain saws & attacked ice blocks. The ice disco had to be finished in 2 hrs. Hans worked the bar while Frans cut a discoball

Then all of a sudden Frans turned of his chain saw, walked over to Hans and grabbed him by the face. Next thing, Frans and Hans were united in soft kisses. My darling, said Frans.

Yes, there is something vaguely erotic about yard work.The damp, earthy scents...the pistils and stamens...all that germination & pollination going on.Frans and Hans were overcome

with religious guilt watching this scene unfold in their backyard. Frans's shirt clung to his sweaty torso as he watched a single filthy honey bee visit flower after flower. Hans's

and inadvertently stuck her foot in it again, so to speak. Fran felt a sting on her her ankle and quickly jerked her foot away, dripping with honey! She'd stepped right in a beehiv

e! Again! This Week! This was not Fran's week. Fran's ankle blew up like a hot air balloon over a mushroom cloud. She had to drive with her leg hanging out the back. This was

not helping her fully appreciate her Honda; you need two good ankles for optimal brake pumping. Fran felt like a blind woman hogging Picasso art. She drove back to the dealership

and told the salesman she couldn't buy the Honda because of her cankles.He suggested a Mini Cooper but her cankles wouldn't fit through the door. Finally he suggested a Ford F-150

with an extended cab. She slid the seat back fully & pulled her cankled foot in through the double doors. "It's pedal to the metal time, boys!" & she drove off in a cloud of dust.