Milking a Coca-Cola truck
If you add up all of the expenses of building and living in a tree house made of lint, guacamole and fair coloured toupees, you'd be really good at a form of math that is equatable to an inundated dirigible that excretes ear wax by the bucket. To be less than that wouldn't prevent poetry the opportunity to wave the yellow flag, it would allow fledglings the chance at wearing opossum fur on the way to the gargle-fest.
Mixed drinks aren't at all like metaphors that have spelling errors.
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