I wrote a poem for you Mrs. Wilmington, would you like to hear it?
Um... alright.
Okay, here goes... Take off your top, your pants: drop. This crab has got to grab. I'd be a buffoon not to squeeze your balloons so let me do that soon.
Get back to work Meyers.
somnambulist
But that's only the first half!!!
Goodbye Meyers. Take care of the baby. I'll see you this afternoon.
