Never get between a man and his bone.

I’d be careful where he sticks it

Its very suggestive lunch box

Milk, moter taste. You’re not supposed to feed your cow 10W40.

Unintentionally humerus.

That bottle contains a shot of the hard stuff.

Is that a bun in your lunchbox or are you just glad to see me?

Wouldn’t be surprised if that latch is a bit stiff.

A MAN WITH A BONE®

Kind of defeats the strategy of “hiding it” with your lunchbox.

Your moter was a hamster and your fater … Ah, never mind.

♪ The hip bone’s connected to the, milk bone… ♪

Moter City Madness

“Milk”.

It’s just an expression.

Boney Men drinks Coke. No Milk.

Hmmm… a man with a bone… a milk bottle…. Oh yeah, it’s been years since I read Portnoy’s Complaint. Any liver in that lunch box?

Old Mother Hubbard,
To get her poor dog a bone,
The dog said tut tut,
Get me a slut,
For I have a bone of my own.

A man with a bone is our best friend.

– Dogs

If that lunch container only said “T-bone”!

My lady used to smile and ask. “Are you hungry?” (rhetorical question)

Then – she found out who the meal was.

EDIT: Musta’ been nearly asleep. I left out a line. ‘Twas late.

Old Mother Hubbard,
Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone,
The dog said tut tut,
Just get me a slut,
For I have a bone of my own.

Hungary sea men would like a box like this.

Give a man a bone and he will beat for a day. Show a man how to bone and his hand should last a lifetime.

@seventy2rd o clock | 4:38 am: It’s registered? What, as a lethal weapon? 😀

@ Droll not Troll | 10:30 pm: Must be, so those pesky copy cats don’t get it.

A man with nothing less to lose is more dangerous than a man with a bone.

Are you hungry for a man with a bone?