It's a gas, gas, gas!
It's taken him, oh, five years but IANO has finally figured out that sometimes it's easier to do a photo-journal than type an entry up...
I blame my grocer, Mike, for everything.Goddamn Mike.If it weren't for him, I'd have better hair today, dammit.
An Article In The LifeBaby You're a Rich HamWhile My Grocer Gently WeepsI Wanna Hold Your Ham
I prefer to blame the Jews.
Sweet home Alahama
Gee, I just did a Hitler post, too.
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