[skyguy79]

Originally Posted by Carrovanna

said to the catfish, "your whiskers are antenae, where ever you will be". When all of a sudden, the splashes were rising, and water spurted upwards, till all the tiles were trying;, to slide down the incline, without gaining speed, and the people were walking, had better take heed; cause the merchants were chanting, and the travellors panting, their last shot at buying, before Xmas eve.

When what did a wonderful sign appear, "It's 50% off on all our foreign beer."

So up to the packie, and displaying my card, "I'll take cases of Beck's, so load up my car." And we drove through the Village, and said with a shrill, "don't ask where I'm going, just over the hill." And he drove out of town to the Village of Love, he shouted "Merry Something" while wearing a glove. "Merry Something to all, and to all a good night."

Zzzzzzzzz... zzzzzzz....zzzzzzzz... later when he finally woke up he.....