I've got BALLS!
And they're the size of baseballs... and I've got five of them... and they've been handled and scribbled on by great men!
Eat the black emptiness that fills the space where your heart should be Fat Drunken Cupid!
posted by Mr. King at 7:52 PM
7 Comments:
I've heard FDC puts a lot of things in his mouth.
And those baseballs are about the size and shape of something of yours you had in my mouth, Ubie.
FDC
Yes, and apparently whatever goes into his mouth is conveted into potty talk and crude inuendo. (sigh) Rev. Jack and I raised him the best we knew how.
I don't know what has my head spinning more: the recycling engineering marvel that "whatever goes into his mouth is conveted into potty talk and crude inuendo", or your plucky disregard of English spelling conventions.
So, Sardonic, instead of defending my honor you correct Mr. I's spelling.
Interesting, "friend."
"It's a poor mind that can come up with only one spelling of a word."
Andrew Jackson
American President
Blah Blah. Give me that Moises Alou ball. Now.
FDC
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