Spuds? When I was but a boy on the 'tater farm, why I followed the plow bustin' up them clods with my own booted fett meself. And I'd never even heard of Walter Brennan back then.
And we had a tractor, not one a them Gut-dang mule critters. Also no 'coons. Plenty of porkypines, though.
I just looked Sir Ken Robinson up. And, I like Sir Ken Robinson. He has some good points.
Plus, it's so classy to be a sir. I am going to change my name to Sir Sparkle Plenty. I bet maitre d's will be impressed (or confused, one or the other).
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Finally, Parker gets what he deserved. Fess killed my father when he was only three.
Who in their right mind fess's up to killing a Parker? Oh, sorry forgot about Hig.
Spud?!? Yer aliiiiiiiiiive!
Spuds? When I was but a boy on the 'tater farm, why I followed the plow bustin' up them clods with my own booted fett meself.
And I'd never even heard of Walter Brennan back then.
And we had a tractor, not one a them Gut-dang mule critters. Also no 'coons. Plenty of porkypines, though.
I just looked Sir Ken Robinson up. And, I like Sir Ken Robinson. He has some good points.
Plus, it's so classy to be a sir. I am going to change my name to Sir Sparkle Plenty. I bet maitre d's will be impressed (or confused, one or the other).
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