Billy? Billy, co'mere and listen to your sad old granny tell you a story. A damn fine story, I'd say. Better than that bunk they're throwing at'cha on Tee Vee these days. You know I didn't have a Tee Vee until I was ninety-two. Ninety-two! You know how old that is? Course you don't.
Where are my glasses? I can't see yer face.
Anyway.
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This is the tale of Wallpuncher McBismuth )
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Go you!
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*laughing more*
*holding sides*
[hitting Post now]
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