Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Lotto

We did not win the lotto tonight. So I told my gig a low that  I am going to bed as poor as I woke up. My gig a low says that is true unles the gold plane flies over and drops a load.


Funny and charming
Posted by R. Quilter at 9:22 PM

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