Dear,
Hey Jerk:
Firsts, I diddle doodle noffing you knuckle flumders. Asking my brillo pad-in law, Ferris, his nose my wheelbarrow abouts. I was a home, sleep on a cow.
And any, I wouldn't vote for these gassers, they pobbily don't wersh their dungers or their jog straps.
Until,
Shane
[Source: The Shane Bruno Letters - Copyright, 2011]
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