ok boys watch me go with brilliant speed as i toggle through this animal kingdom in search of my dear uncle mo or a derby kitten, whichever comes first. shortly after my midnight interlude i was awoken by that Master of hounds.....no not the great emperor nehro but crazy ol shackleford who lives down that the street....stay thirsty and let the cold beers comma to the top was his advice at the decisive moment. i tried to archarcharch my back to grab the beer with twice the appeal, obviously i was twinspired and when i saw the lovely cold beer i shouted soldat, now i am not a mucho macho man like santiva , but i ran to the betting window with pants on fire because i knew the winner would be
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