So I get home last night and I have a message on my machine. Mommy thinks I have athsma, she sounded either mad or sobbing.
I do not have athsma, not here nor there
I do not have athsma anywhere
Not in the house
Or on the street
Not when I run fast
Or when I eat.
Not when I get nervous
Or eat home made pickles
Not when I go swimming
Or give Jackal Tickles...
Ok I'm done. Take my BS with a grain of salt, and wash it down with buckleys.
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1 comment:
hey, Jeremy,
Me thinks you've had a little bit too much Dr. Seuss time....why not take up knitting? You could make me some new mittens and a matching toque, with the big pom-pom on top...hehe. Anyways, hope everythings well wit you, take care....Freuhaff's hoe
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