the liaison
The liaison between my s and my vowel makes for a cute pair. Vous aimez-vous? Lascivious little liaison, they laugh like loons. The cutest thing you've ever seen? A particular fille jeune. But sitting there in the field, minding each others ears, a cow walks up that doesn't notice them there on the page so little in the middle all alone in the sentence, MOOOOOOO!, that's right, just back up a little bit here, chewin' my cud, da da daaa, I'm sooo full of hay and corn, ahhhh, FLAP FLAP FLAP PLOP FLAP, the little pair no more.
5 comments:
You facist! Moving on to little French pastoral diddies and ignoring the larger issues are we? The Cow isn't the problem here dude, it's the milk. And you shouldn't make fun of letters.
That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me Michael.
Nice ehh? Well, err...uh, your welcome.
Anyhow, I've responded on my site to your football comment. You made me so mad I almost tore up the rest of my MU tickets -- general principle, you understand.
You guys are both gaaaaaaaay.
Johny Rockett,
close friend of Glenn Rank, Fourth Grade Science Teacher at East Bradford Elementary School.
John, or "Johny Rockett," as I guess you're calling yourself these days, I hate to advocate suicide for anyone, but for you...I think it would make all the pain go away. And if you think about it for 20 minutes, I bet you could think of 6 solid techniques for get'n the job done.
Bill Cochladtler
Rising exec at Shellfish.com.
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