Fred's conspiracy theorist uncle just moved into a ranch style house to get away from stairs.

He claims they're either up to something or down for anything.

Fred is starting up a gym for UK bands from the 1960s.
At the moment I'm just working out a few Kinks.

Fred got a letter from the city saying he’d be fined if he didn’t build a backyard enclosure for his dogs.
Needless to say, He took a fence to that.

Fred's wife said to stop calling every small repair “a project”.
So now they’re “limited-time household events.”




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