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Post by J.H. "Goose" Traynor-Wagner on Jul 5, 2012 13:07:31 GMT -5
Who's acting clandestine behind the topiary eagle battle in the second garden? Who's shined-up pair of Metric size 11 Venetian topsiders protrude out when he surreptitiously alights behind the fine Moroccan curtains in the rumpus room? Oh--! It's the lovable Italian, Stefan Nash. Always the role of the stealthy jester, Stefan! You slipped a pepper in my brandy! You gave me "quite" the hot-foot, rascal! What a sneaky card! What a Hebrew!
Now Stefan alights on a steam cruiser and leaves his mongrel home of disputed Indian territory for that great town of Hollywood! Careful, Mr. Director ... you asked for a leading man, and you got the "strong and silent" type, ah!
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Post by King Awesome Dawg! on Jul 5, 2012 13:48:32 GMT -5
Damn Girmat I cant even read none of that nonsince when r u gone to learn to read and writte for onsce in you live! TYPECAL! Ever time you try and read some thing Girmat wroted it turn out to be a bunch of jiverish!
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