High sees grifter

Jus a while ago I was stranded on the see in a george raft.  Alone, by myself.  I had taken out the marilyn mansion and put it over me, but it was the strangest flatuation device that I ever tried to get into.  Then the pirates of alcatrash picked me up and took me to the bobby jones pick and put locker.  I faced death and it wasn't very pretty starring down a nine iron.  Let me say something.  So I took the whole thing backasswards.  And that wasn't pheasant neither.  That's when I faught back.  I wratsled with my conscience and beat back the creatines of the nite.  I didn't go to the Jack Kerouac High School and was a figiting beatnit for no thing.  So after the battle I headed for the paris ramadan and began the begin.  I could only stay put briefs until provadance made me sign a diffident tone.  So I stated singing in some riegne and the king, prince albert in a can, wanted out.  After I got a guide at get a guide to let him out I was nighted.  Then, ...  Girl, I miss bing crossby sometimes.


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