So congrats to the little fella who's been born across the pond. My you live a thousand years.
May your enemies' blood gush forth from wounded necks. May there never be a line for the motorcycle ride at Chuck E Cheese.
(so strange - when I posted the above as one paragraph, "May your" kept publishing as "My your". I had to make it two paragraphs in order to see the missing "a")
No comments:
Post a Comment