Her got to stop wif the salty languidge cos the the fitch think they going to get made into sardines. She got to just sit on da beech wif mouf open and let the fitch jump in. Then she just got to shut up til she get home and gib them to you!
I donut no that her can shut up. Her either talking, mooing or snorping. Someday her will bring me fitch, me believe it.
Monday, June 14, 2010
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