I meep you. You have a nice way of speaking in cursive. You make me smack myself in the head with a board while chanting in Latin. You should wear a prosthetic forehead (come to think about it, maybe I should). Someday I will cook you some chicken cordon paisley, shaken, not stirred. You + me = (that's nobody's business but the Turks). If I saw you now I'd brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue. I want to ma-nah ma-nah you. I would build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be off-key. We could housebreak a porcupine under the stars.
Since you couldn't make it to the tourney, you should sit at home and drink beer. Thank you for updating your blog though. You need to spank Mel for not updating hers in over two months. She is a bad girl. You must dicipline her. ~Nick
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I meep you. You have a nice way of speaking in cursive. You make me smack myself in the head with a board while chanting in Latin. You should wear a prosthetic forehead (come to think about it, maybe I should). Someday I will cook you some chicken cordon paisley, shaken, not stirred. You + me = (that's nobody's business but the Turks). If I saw you now I'd brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue. I want to ma-nah ma-nah you. I would build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be off-key. We could housebreak a porcupine under the stars.
Love,
Roland the Headless Thomspson Gunner
(P.S. Quoth the raven, pop goes the weevil.)
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~Nick
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