Imagine, all this time I though Baraka Banana was hoping to get erected because he's a gasbag with nothing inside. How wrong was I. No need to repeat that. I have mended my ways. I now understand that Osama will quell the tides and heal the Earth. That's right, it's time for Obama Soda, [insert echo], all the fizzle and twice the froth, sugar.
My only question is, "If we can," how come it's in a bottle?
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Poise? Charisma? Come on, now. My chest is so hairy I have to wear two shirts. You tell me, who should be president? Me or the whimp?
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