Its always the same  story,.... wherever you go,... and whoever youre with,....well,... there you are.. Now if you cant grasp everything, you must let somethings go. If you cant find reason to live, you should remember where you put things.. I put my hat on my head. I cant find the bus...I need a smaller hat..
Originally hats were intended as sleeping masks for winter, and during the cold months , folks would leave it on during the day, but roll up the edges,.. to form, whats now known , as a brim.
The reason they named a fish after it, is undiscovered. Needles to say are in the sand, in the palm of his hand isnt it grand, get the band.
Oh whattle eye doooo...when yoooooo are farting.
  When my friends , Elliot Shobers, and Micheal Ness, decided to open a law practice, they approached me to do handle the advertising.
I gave them "Theres No Buissiness, like **Shobers-Ness**and they fired me.I hate cannons.
I bought a Nikon, so I could take photos of cannons. I love cameras, but I prefer to photograph cannons. I have a passion fruit  vine over the fence which isnt mine. I steal Passionfruits from over the fence which isnt mine
I had a sign, it wasnt mine, I aint denine.
Joes ride in, and Joes ride out, but life on the Joe farm, well it aint too shabby.. Ya get more Joes up this way.....you hit a gong with a ladle.
When they get up ,set I make them soup...and call their mothers, fat bitches ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..
The scones are almost ready to be thrown away. They where certainly unencumbered with flavour or texture...I might add,.. up the times I  ate them anyway and  corked myself.
We came we saw, we uncorked ourselves, and waved our goodbyes like shits in the night, a thong farewell, and a rousing ""Hooose be Ginya**
A lass I might be a Larder than life.
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