Greetings earthlings.
Its been a really gloomy december for me. It has been how you earth people say it, BORING. So yeah, we can all sit around a campfire and sing songs. But will that burn our marshmellows? No, it wouldn't. So let's all forget the whole global warming thing and throw a welcome home party for Thomas. Because sometimes, it all boils down my computer speakers and Aunt Suzy's toaster.
So let's go to that sale at Macy's and wrangle up some cows and horses for that barbeque at Uncle Sam's. After squishing those fine bowls of porridges, we can head on to that old magic shop and get some handcuffs for the hide and seek party. But watch out for the fire brigade! All those happy men are going dancing tonight. Oh yes. Some one remind Karen to put on her night lotion please. We don't want that tramp looking like a old prune on Halloween now, do we?
Wooh. Let's waddle like a chicken when the cars fall during the summer of 1967. If Donald Duck became President, you can dip me in syrup and call me a pancake. What I am trying to say is, Please Tip Your Taxi Drivers. Because if you leave your pigs out in the sun for too long, all you'll get are overdone bacon sausages.
Kuscencrackers HANDPHONES!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Calimasale~