Reflections on Canadian life and Politics
Give me Birkenstocks or give me death.
When I open my eyes, my feet will be feet again. One... Two...I know it's wrong but it feels so good.Oh yeah; now I'm art.Did I look better in the tacos?This is sure to throw them off my scent. As long as they don't have any fry guys in the posse...
Fly-dog says, "Mmm!""Death to Paris Hilton. Death to Paris Hilton. Death...""Two spell misfires in a row! Nothing seemed to happen that time, tho...""98... 99... 100! Ready or not, here ... WHAT HAVE YOU LITTLE FREAKS DONE TO ME?!""Oh, so THAT's why the telepod said, 'no food or pets'.""Not again."
Laugh if you must but this gig is a helluva lot better than the one for the chili dogs.
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