There. It's done as it's getting. Now I just have to wait for Mr MacGowan to wake up, brush his teeth, find my blog and offer me MILLIONS of dollars for it.
"NO!", I'll say.
"Pweeeeease?" he'll beg
"Okay."
"Wait a minute, what'sa matter wif my fingers in this picture?"
"I unno, but we have a verbal contract."
Finally, my ticket to fortune!!
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