Cats in baskets. Meow! Me-e-e-ow-w-w!
Basques in caskets...? Ciao, Bilbao!
Moral:
Felix the Catalan's
throat's all through rattlin.'
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
Thursday, January 23, 2020
Spoonin' with the Stars: Mix & Mae
The mother of cowpoke Tom Mix
is a suicide bomber: Mom ticks!
Moral:
Bomb! Bomb! (Thankyou, Mom.)
Post "See me" from steamy Mae West:
"All that woo leaves my booty wa-a-a-ay mess'd."
Moral:
Be careful what you dish for.
is a suicide bomber: Mom ticks!
Moral:
Bomb! Bomb! (Thankyou, Mom.)
Post "See me" from steamy Mae West:
"All that woo leaves my booty wa-a-a-ay mess'd."
Moral:
Be careful what you dish for.
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