good times
I'm afraid to cross the border because of my beard and my love of all things exploding.
I swore I'd never set foot in that country the day they killed the oklahoma city bomber.
I'll visit you Woody. On one condition. That I arrive dressed as Quebecers used to 150 years ago. Ok?
tres bien
and go to every bar demanding a labatt 50.
and a poutzagetti.
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I'm afraid to cross the border because of my beard and my love of all things exploding.
I swore I'd never set foot in that country the day they killed the oklahoma city bomber.
I'll visit you Woody. On one condition. That I arrive dressed as Quebecers used to 150 years ago. Ok?
tres bien
and go to every bar demanding a labatt 50.
and a poutzagetti.
Post a Comment