Sunday, July 11, 2010

Harp!

What like through wander lentil brakes?

Tis July Yet, and the east be the son.

Uh…a rope by any other mane…alas, pure Warwick – I newt him well…

Out out, dam snot!!

You can’t handle the troop!

Too cheep, perchance to clean…

(Chow for now…)

2 comments:

  1. Mrs That Dan Guy1:52 AM

    No folks, there aren't any words...there aren't any words..

    sigh........

    Now, get your butt to bed Mr. That Dan Guy! Seriously. Maybe those crazy-ass sheep or frogs can cure your reedonkilessness "shakespeare in the wee hours of the night" moment of unclarity!

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  2. Who's "shakespeare" - a javelin launcher with Parkinson's?

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