GOOD COME BACK!
Dear Rich:
Hey hey hey, who's the freakin' satarist here, huh? Me or you? I don't need this.
I could go anywhere in the universe and be treated like crap!
Hang on.... My mind is slipping into a black hole and I'm starting to ramble needlessly....
Yep, I'm definately loosing it. I've just spelled my name by peeing in the snow -- and I just realized there's no snow.
Yours truly,
Sir Graham Terryfeather (the 3rd)
PS: I hear voices in my head telling me butter is better than margerine.
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