Take a letter, Lucky. Type, HOG!!
Dear Sweaty Man,
I am Pozzo! I beleive you promised me a ten pound chicken. My companion and I waited for this chicken until we ran out of carrots and had to eat turnips. Then we ran out of turnips.
You owe me a chicken, schmartzy!
Sincerely,
Pozzo!
Secretary General to the Army of the
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