Sometimes, I sit...and I yearn

Author: UncleTerwilliger

Date: August 27, 2010

That's when I realized that the fruit flies had mobilized and were being fit with tiny crop dusters which emit a mind controlling poison that makes the victim develop an uncontrollable love...
...of long John's, blindness in barbers and a deep abiding love of Belgian waffles.
Mr. Gary, ...I mean--Ms.Talula Belle...I don't think that my troop master is going to acknowledge your "Helping a mis-understood hermaphorodite dictate his manifesto" badge.