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Sapper Whacker
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Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: The Frozen Wasteland Of Montreal, Canada
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Jun 4th, 2009, 05:32 PM
There once was a man with a spoon for an ear,
And a tabletop vase for an eye,
And he would take to his horse and roam through the town
And declare “It’s quarter past nine!”
And the regular townsmen, with a shaking of heads
And a noticeable stamping of feet,
Would say “What an odd fellow, he’s surely deranged,
For as anyone could rightfully say,
It’s barely a quarter from three!”
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Who needs charisma when your dick looks like a puppy? - Pub Lover
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