There once was a rhino that searched for snipes. Singing a little irish tune. Although O Danny boy played on the pipes, he still made the women swoon. They were not alone for their comments and drivel for everyone had opinions too. But if those were shared theyd sit and snivel, crying what others must do. If I ever need Scentsy or garbage for sale, Ill know just where to look. Anything Goes Athabasca shall prevail! Or perhaps Ill just read a book. The typos, grammar and dumb posts scream for the world to see. Dont come here, as redneck hosts, we stand by the Union and pee. Were too lazy to find info ourselves. We just ask random sages. We certainly cant pull down from shelves, the old dusty yellow pages. Fear not, dear residents, its not all bad news. This page now has poetry too. You all have been, like a gigantic muse. Time for me to go, goodnight and adieu.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 04:28:46 +0000
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