I bring you the Swedish Chef
Which only proves that there is something about the Swedish Meatballs. Or I can't handle my balls. Saucy balls. ahem.
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4 comments:
That just makes me giddy, for lack of a better word. Aside from Animal, I do believe he was my second favorite.
I'm getting tired of handling my own balls.
Randy, I love the muppets. Almost all of them. You'll have to excuse me while I wander off and ponder which one I don't like.
NWJR, I'd tell you I understand, but really, I don't.
mmmmm, balls. hehe
becky
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