In order to join the fraternal brotherhood, pledging chairs have to spend an entire night pretending to be patio furniture in the suburbs and not die of boredom. Few survive.
Marion is obviously drunk again, taking off her top and flashing passing planes. And in broad daylight! We need to get her some help.
Don't get all mathy on me with your front yard masonry.
We are here to discuss accepting a new member. Though he requires a brick to hold his lid closed, we think Roger here will be a great asset to the club as he's an eloquent speaker and accessorizes well to boot.
They won't let him in the house because he can't fit through the door. Slim down, Chair!
Looks like this place is a pretty peaceful living situation, if a bit prickly.
This should keep the arguments about yardage gained to a minimum.
My dog learned to read and has been trying to poop in that yard for weeks. This explains his love for my old KISS records.