I wanted to post a pitcher but when I took it the camera just plumb busticated. I mean it jus flew apart laughin. So I guess that means I ain't agoin to win nuthin..no indorcement deals, no wild and crazy huntchat wimmin nockin on the door and throwin themselfs on me when I opin the door. An as far as fabs idear of formal clothes...What does that there mene?? Does it mene my GOOD blue jenes and chammy cloth shirt with a string ty?? Oh an I ain't cuttin off my pony tale neither. But I will ty her up there with a purty bow!!
Polka dot cloth aughta werk purty good fer that! EEEEHHHHHAAAA what be happenin Lizabith??!!
Heck...I aughta get at least an honerable mentchin jus fer the mentil pitcher!!
BTW hi there Icy! Ain't talk'd wif ya in a long tyme!