the idea comes
the idea comes
a few times a day. Most are random, few are intelligent, but all are entertaining.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Ode to the Randy
Randy is my friend. He is making me write swell. Ode to the Randy, for he is fine and dandy. He eats, he drinks, he smells like cotton candy.
He's short he's tall, he gets pretty randy. Eating bacon. yes I am, Eating bacon, yes i can!
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