Boy, That Guy, I Tell You
Boy, that man. He truly chaps my disguise. You know what I’m pronouncing? He rustles my feathers. He overcooks my sunny-side-up eggs. You know what I imply? Really Mondays my Garfield. Absolutely burns my Library at Alexandria. “Is Pepsi okay”s my “I’ll have a Coke.” I let you know, he choices my hobby. Wait, that … Read more