Monday, May 10, 2004
Blow!
On checking my diary, I have noticed that I have a visit from my Bishop tomorrow. I am not looking forward to this, and I have a feeling in my stomach that there could be bad news ahead.
Ack! A boll weevil! This satanic creature must be squished out of existence. When I am Lord I will ban them and order an extermination programme to remove them from God's Earth. It is what He would want.
A swift blow with my shoe has killed the fucker! Death to Weevils! Hail the Parsnip's Shoe, for it Has Much Greatness!
Ack! A boll weevil! This satanic creature must be squished out of existence. When I am Lord I will ban them and order an extermination programme to remove them from God's Earth. It is what He would want.
A swift blow with my shoe has killed the fucker! Death to Weevils! Hail the Parsnip's Shoe, for it Has Much Greatness!
