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"I once knew a man named McCormick,his name Scottish, and his accent thick.What's more, I met him in Bohemia's Prague;He was far from his native fog.He'd a flagon of beer from a gas stationDrinking it seemed the man's occupation.Presently he threw the bottle away,and cursed the country's ale of mainstayfor being flat, bitter, of no merit,not at all what he'd call good spirit.I asked of him, "Oh sober Scotsman, do ye loiter here in this foreign land?"And offered a ride in my little van.He told me, after spitting in the sand,"And yoor meity bold, to insult mei preide,offrin meh yoor filthy, crekin reid!Thinkin 'Look, a bum, ei'll do ah good deed.'But ei'll let yoo, scrawny halfwit weed,know ei make a good livin by mei own handeven way oot here in Ireland!"
I am going to take your absence as an opportunity to slander you.
Eli,My emotions are mixed as I report to you that Volker the Fiddler neglected to slander you, as promised.
I did not take the opportunity to slander Miriam.
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