A good wine, served (adverb), can make any meal a truly (adjective) occasion. The red wines have a (adjective) flavor that blends with boiled (plural noun) or smoked (noun). White wines range in flavor from (adjective) to (adjective). The best wines are made by peasants in (geographical location) from the juice of ripe (plural noun) by putting them in vats and squashing them with their (adjective) feet. This is what gives wine its (adjective) aroma.
Here are a few rules: 1) Always serve white wine in a (adjective) glass at (noun) temperature. 2) Never serve burgundy with fried (plural noun). 3) Wines should always be drunk (adverb) or you're liable to end up with a (adjective) stomach.
Millie said...
A good wine, served exactingly, can make any meal a truly slapped sideways occasion. The red wines have a bead-fringed flavor that blends with boiled pickle bumps or smoked Converse shoe. White wines range in flavor from extremely irritating to monstrous. The best wines are made by peasants in Adelaide, Australia from the juice of ripe bloody nose pickers by putting them in vats and squashing them with their purple and swollen feet. This is what gives wine its grape-stuffed aroma.
Here are a few rules: 1) Always serve white wine in a responsibility-avoiding glass at calf slobber temperature. 2) Never serve burgundy with fried hot cross buns. 3) Wines should always be drunk armpit-sniffingly or you're liable to end up with an often perturbed stomach.
Klin said...
A good wine, served adoringly, can make any meal a truly orange-flavored occasion. The red wines have a wagging flavor that blends with boiled grilled hamburgers or smoked wagging dog tail. White wines range in flavor from brisk to oldest. The best wines are made by peasants in Squaw Peak Lookout from the juice of ripe chimpanzees by putting them in vats and squashing them with their teeny feet. This is what gives wine its loud aroma.
Here are a few rules: 1) Always serve white wine in an obnoxious glass at religious denomination temperature. 2) Never serve burgundy with fried racing cars. 3) Wines should always be drunk mutely or you're liable to end up with a freezing cold stomach.
Heffalump said...
A good wine, served pitifully, can make any meal a truly sporadic occasion. The red wines have a smells-like-a-hot-dog flavor that blends with boiled spelunkers or smoked boxing glove. White wines range in flavor from cryptic to messy. The best wines are made by peasants in Floren from the juice of ripe avocados by putting them in vats and squashing them with their burned-with-a-blowtorch feet. This is what gives wine its flavorful aroma.
Here are a few rules: 1) Always serve white wine in a serene glass at used birthday candle temperature. 2) Never serve burgundy with fried carousel horses. 3) Wines should always be drunk freakishly or you're liable to end up with a minty stomach.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Quick Quiz
Who am I? I am a (adjective) American. I was born (number) years ago (geographical location). When my father first saw me he said, "(exclamation)!" I am (number) feet tall, have (adjective) brown eyes, and a (adjective) complexion. My hobby is collecting (plural noun). I always speak (adverb) and I have made several (adjective) motion pictures. I am married to (person's name), the well-known Hollywood (noun). I have given away thousands of (plural noun) to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my (adjective) nose and my large (noun). Who am I?
ANSWER: I am (name of person).
Heffalump said...
Who am I? I am a salacious American. I was born 73 years ago in Bismark, ND. When my father first saw me he said, "Groovy!" I am 6523 feet tall, have voluptuous brown eyes, and a craven complexion. My hobby is collecting goiters. I always speak superfluously and I have made several mediocre motion pictures. I am married to Kitty, the well-known Hollywood person with ambidextrous abilities. I have given away thousands of pencil necked geeks to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my benign nose and my large monument. Who am I?
ANSWER: I am Gerard.
Millie said...
Who am I? I am a random butt-grasping American. I was born 278 years ago in Long Beach. When my father first saw me he said, "Coach I'm constipated!" I am 1/8 foot tall, have chocolate-covered brown eyes, and an addicted to spuds complexion. My hobby is collecting scumbags. I always speak uproariously and I have made several sick-infested motion pictures. I am married to Ugly Betty, the well-known Hollywood turban. I have given away thousands of wheelbarrows to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my rabble-rousing nose and my large calf feeder. Who am I?
ANSWER: I am Caroline.
ANSWER: I am (name of person).
Heffalump said...
Who am I? I am a salacious American. I was born 73 years ago in Bismark, ND. When my father first saw me he said, "Groovy!" I am 6523 feet tall, have voluptuous brown eyes, and a craven complexion. My hobby is collecting goiters. I always speak superfluously and I have made several mediocre motion pictures. I am married to Kitty, the well-known Hollywood person with ambidextrous abilities. I have given away thousands of pencil necked geeks to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my benign nose and my large monument. Who am I?
ANSWER: I am Gerard.
Millie said...
Who am I? I am a random butt-grasping American. I was born 278 years ago in Long Beach. When my father first saw me he said, "Coach I'm constipated!" I am 1/8 foot tall, have chocolate-covered brown eyes, and an addicted to spuds complexion. My hobby is collecting scumbags. I always speak uproariously and I have made several sick-infested motion pictures. I am married to Ugly Betty, the well-known Hollywood turban. I have given away thousands of wheelbarrows to charity. My most prominent physical characteristics are my rabble-rousing nose and my large calf feeder. Who am I?
ANSWER: I am Caroline.
Friday, February 11, 2011
My Dream Man
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very (adjective) and (adjective). He should have a physique like (name of personality), a profile like (name of personality), and the intelligence of a (animal).
He must be polite and always remember to light my (noun), to tip his (noun), and to take my (noun) when crossing the street.
He should move (adverb), should have a (adjective) voice, and should always dress (adverb). I would also like him to be a (adjective) dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper (adjective) nothings in my (noun) and hold my (adjective) (noun).
I know a (adjective) man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is (name of person).
Millie said...
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very obnoxious and bratty and escaped balloon-following. He should have a physique like Will, a profile like Grace, and the intelligence of a octopotumus.
He must be polite and always remember to light my skanky 12-year-old, to tip his shrunken puppy head, and to take my shrimp tentacle when crossing the street.
He should move suspiciously, should have a "malodorous and loving it" voice, and should always dress intensely. I would also like him to be a pinky-flavored dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper orange nothings in my compulsive flosser and hold my uncontrollable forgotten sack lunch.
I know a bizarrely fond of haircuts man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is Lola Granola.
Heffalump said...
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very petunia sniffing and knuckle cracking. He should have a physique like Elvira, a profile like Carrot Top, and the intelligence of a weasel.
He must be polite and always remember to light my pedigree chart, to tip his family tree, and to take my headstone when crossing the street.
He should move theoretically, should have a festooned with flowers voice, and should always dress mind numbingly. I would also like him to be a bedecked with bird droppings dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper panoramic nothings in my bluebird of happiness and hold my milk wasting sad clown.
I know a colorful man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is Horace.
He must be polite and always remember to light my (noun), to tip his (noun), and to take my (noun) when crossing the street.
He should move (adverb), should have a (adjective) voice, and should always dress (adverb). I would also like him to be a (adjective) dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper (adjective) nothings in my (noun) and hold my (adjective) (noun).
I know a (adjective) man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is (name of person).
Millie said...
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very obnoxious and bratty and escaped balloon-following. He should have a physique like Will, a profile like Grace, and the intelligence of a octopotumus.
He must be polite and always remember to light my skanky 12-year-old, to tip his shrunken puppy head, and to take my shrimp tentacle when crossing the street.
He should move suspiciously, should have a "malodorous and loving it" voice, and should always dress intensely. I would also like him to be a pinky-flavored dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper orange nothings in my compulsive flosser and hold my uncontrollable forgotten sack lunch.
I know a bizarrely fond of haircuts man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is Lola Granola.
Heffalump said...
My "Dream Man" should, first of all, be very petunia sniffing and knuckle cracking. He should have a physique like Elvira, a profile like Carrot Top, and the intelligence of a weasel.
He must be polite and always remember to light my pedigree chart, to tip his family tree, and to take my headstone when crossing the street.
He should move theoretically, should have a festooned with flowers voice, and should always dress mind numbingly. I would also like him to be a bedecked with bird droppings dancer, and when we're alone, he should whisper panoramic nothings in my bluebird of happiness and hold my milk wasting sad clown.
I know a colorful man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is Horace.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Description of the Lovely Group that I Am In
We are having a perfectly (adjective) time this evening in the (adjective) home of (name of person). The rooms are decorated (adverb) with many stylish (plural noun) that must have cost at least (number) dollars. The guests are all (adjective) conversationalists and are all (adverb) dressed. (Name of person) has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his (adjective) (noun) to (name of person), who mistook it for an early American (noun). The refreshments are (adjective) and the idea of serving (a liquid) on the rocks showed (adjective) imagination. Visiting here is always a (adjective) experience.
Heffalump said...
We are having a perfectly bendy time this evening in the crimson with the blood of his enemies home of Max. The rooms are decorated in a ricocheting fashion with many stylish space shuttles that must have cost at least 57 dollars. The guests are all shattered like glass that had been subjected to his mother in law's voice conversationalists, and are all blindly dressed. Dingo Dave has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his spit shined pinky finger to Petunia, the wild girl raised by aardvarks, who mistook it for an early American toe jam. The refreshments are reflective and the idea of serving boysenberry syrup on the rocks showed dominating imagination. Visiting here is always a more magical than a unicorn experience.
Millie said...
We are having a perfectly metallic-tasting time this evening in the Spanish speaking home of Martha Takeapunch. The rooms are decorated crankily with many stylish heavy phone breathers that must have cost at least 36 dollars. The guests are all sharp pencil-enjoying conversationalists and are all noseplugs-wearingly dressed. Hiram Beatwife has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his morning breathed trunk monkey to Skip Towne, who mistook it for an early American dog allowed to run wild in the cemetery. The refreshments are compulsively yawning and the idea of serving snot on the rocks showed absentminded imagination. Visiting here is always a "thinks boogers are food" experience.
Klin said...
We are having a perfectly tired time this evening in the butt-dragging home of Joe. The rooms are decorated adoringly with many stylish ice cubes that must have cost at least 2604 dollars. The guests are all exhausted conversationalists and are all filthily dressed. Griselda has been entertaining us by telling about the time she showed her sleep-deprived king size bed to Gabriella, who mistook it for an early American puppy urinal. The refreshments are feeling less than perky and the idea of serving Diet Coke on the rocks showed zombie-like imagination. Visiting here is always a half-awake experience.
Heffalump said...
We are having a perfectly bendy time this evening in the crimson with the blood of his enemies home of Max. The rooms are decorated in a ricocheting fashion with many stylish space shuttles that must have cost at least 57 dollars. The guests are all shattered like glass that had been subjected to his mother in law's voice conversationalists, and are all blindly dressed. Dingo Dave has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his spit shined pinky finger to Petunia, the wild girl raised by aardvarks, who mistook it for an early American toe jam. The refreshments are reflective and the idea of serving boysenberry syrup on the rocks showed dominating imagination. Visiting here is always a more magical than a unicorn experience.
Millie said...
We are having a perfectly metallic-tasting time this evening in the Spanish speaking home of Martha Takeapunch. The rooms are decorated crankily with many stylish heavy phone breathers that must have cost at least 36 dollars. The guests are all sharp pencil-enjoying conversationalists and are all noseplugs-wearingly dressed. Hiram Beatwife has been entertaining us by telling about the time he showed his morning breathed trunk monkey to Skip Towne, who mistook it for an early American dog allowed to run wild in the cemetery. The refreshments are compulsively yawning and the idea of serving snot on the rocks showed absentminded imagination. Visiting here is always a "thinks boogers are food" experience.
Klin said...
We are having a perfectly tired time this evening in the butt-dragging home of Joe. The rooms are decorated adoringly with many stylish ice cubes that must have cost at least 2604 dollars. The guests are all exhausted conversationalists and are all filthily dressed. Griselda has been entertaining us by telling about the time she showed her sleep-deprived king size bed to Gabriella, who mistook it for an early American puppy urinal. The refreshments are feeling less than perky and the idea of serving Diet Coke on the rocks showed zombie-like imagination. Visiting here is always a half-awake experience.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Letter Received by the Father of a Marriageable Daughter
Dear (name of man),
I am in love with your (adjective) daughter (first name of woman) and I would like to ask for her (noun) in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect (noun). She is the only (noun) I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my (plural noun). At present I am employed as an assistant (noun) and I make a (adjective) salary of (number) dollars a week. I have a split-level (noun) picked out in (geographical location) that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her (adjective) and to be a (adjective) (noun).
Signed: (name of man)
Millie said...
Dear Carmine,
I am in love with your trollop-like daughter Renalda and I would like to ask for her short-skirt-long-jacket combo in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect crotch-sniffing Golden Retriever. She is the only cornbread with honey butter I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my unmentionables. At present I am employed as an assistant French Jesuit priest and I make a gassy salary of 2346 dollars a week. I have a split-level inappropriate gesture picked out in Hummusville, Africa that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her near-sighted and in denial, and to be a masochistic fishnet stocking.
Signed: Superfly
Klin said...
Dear Bruce,
I am in love with your blood red daughter Beula and I would like to ask for her Texas Roadhouse in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect Argentina. She is the only girly man I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my business cards. At present I am employed as an assistant movie theater and I make a naughty salary of 21 dollars a week. I have a split-level lipstick picked out in Nassau, Bahamas that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her feverish and to be a loud grape juice.
Signed: Arthur
Heffalump said...
Dear George,
I am in love with your portly daughter Serendipity and I would like to ask for her house plant in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect egg roll. She is the only grasshopper I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my killer bees. At present I am employed as an assistant dragon hunter and I make a generous salary of 75 dollars a week. I have a split-level placebo picked out in Vacaville, CA that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her skulking and to be a predatory vegetarian.
Signed: Melvin
I am in love with your (adjective) daughter (first name of woman) and I would like to ask for her (noun) in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect (noun). She is the only (noun) I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my (plural noun). At present I am employed as an assistant (noun) and I make a (adjective) salary of (number) dollars a week. I have a split-level (noun) picked out in (geographical location) that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her (adjective) and to be a (adjective) (noun).
Signed: (name of man)
Millie said...
Dear Carmine,
I am in love with your trollop-like daughter Renalda and I would like to ask for her short-skirt-long-jacket combo in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect crotch-sniffing Golden Retriever. She is the only cornbread with honey butter I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my unmentionables. At present I am employed as an assistant French Jesuit priest and I make a gassy salary of 2346 dollars a week. I have a split-level inappropriate gesture picked out in Hummusville, Africa that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her near-sighted and in denial, and to be a masochistic fishnet stocking.
Signed: Superfly
Klin said...
Dear Bruce,
I am in love with your blood red daughter Beula and I would like to ask for her Texas Roadhouse in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect Argentina. She is the only girly man I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my business cards. At present I am employed as an assistant movie theater and I make a naughty salary of 21 dollars a week. I have a split-level lipstick picked out in Nassau, Bahamas that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her feverish and to be a loud grape juice.
Signed: Arthur
Heffalump said...
Dear George,
I am in love with your portly daughter Serendipity and I would like to ask for her house plant in marriage. She is my idea of a perfect egg roll. She is the only grasshopper I have ever loved and I want her to be the mother of my killer bees. At present I am employed as an assistant dragon hunter and I make a generous salary of 75 dollars a week. I have a split-level placebo picked out in Vacaville, CA that we can live in. If you give your permission, I promise to make her skulking and to be a predatory vegetarian.
Signed: Melvin
Friday, January 21, 2011
Happy Birthday!
Friends, this gathering is a surprise party for (name of girl in room). We are here to celebrate her (noun). All of her most (adjective) friends are here, including me, her devoted and faithful (noun). I must say that she doesn't look a day over (number). Naturally, we have some presents. (Boy in room) brought her a beautiful copper (noun) that she can wear on her lovely (noun). And our hostess got her a dozen (plural noun) that she can hang in her bathroom. And we had the bakery send up a huge (adjective) (noun) with candles on it. We all want to wish her a very (adjective) birthday and many happy (plural noun). Now let's all sing together: "Happy (noun) to you!"
Heffalump said...
Friends, this gathering is a surprise party for Dora. We are here to celebrate her telephone. All of her most neon green friends are here, including me, her devoted and faithful telescope. I must say that she doesn't look a day over 17. Naturally, we have some presents. Waldo brought her a beautiful copper television that she can wear on her lovely teleporting machine. And our hostess got her a dozen telekinetic androids that she can hang in her bathroom. And we had the bakery send up a huge fresh scented telephathic goat with candles on it. We all want to wish her a very addictive birthday and many happy telecaster guitars. Now let's all sing together: "Happy Teletubby to you!"
Millie said...
Friends, this gathering is a surprise party for Diaphanora. We are here to celebrate her curmudgeon. All of her most slippery when wet friends are here, including me, her devoted and faithful enormous stankwad. I must say that she doesn't look a day over 23. Naturally, we have some presents. Dipwad LeDorkus brought her a beautiful copper illicit sock-wearer that she can wear on her lovely trollop. And our hostess got her a dozen uncontrollable sneezes that she can hang in her bathroom. And we had the bakery send up a huge, often forgotten Imagination Mover with candles on it. We all want to wish her a very never-bathing birthday and many happy pictures of old women in old man clothing. Now let's all sing together: "Happy piece of rubbish to you!"
Heffalump said...
Friends, this gathering is a surprise party for Dora. We are here to celebrate her telephone. All of her most neon green friends are here, including me, her devoted and faithful telescope. I must say that she doesn't look a day over 17. Naturally, we have some presents. Waldo brought her a beautiful copper television that she can wear on her lovely teleporting machine. And our hostess got her a dozen telekinetic androids that she can hang in her bathroom. And we had the bakery send up a huge fresh scented telephathic goat with candles on it. We all want to wish her a very addictive birthday and many happy telecaster guitars. Now let's all sing together: "Happy Teletubby to you!"
Millie said...
Friends, this gathering is a surprise party for Diaphanora. We are here to celebrate her curmudgeon. All of her most slippery when wet friends are here, including me, her devoted and faithful enormous stankwad. I must say that she doesn't look a day over 23. Naturally, we have some presents. Dipwad LeDorkus brought her a beautiful copper illicit sock-wearer that she can wear on her lovely trollop. And our hostess got her a dozen uncontrollable sneezes that she can hang in her bathroom. And we had the bakery send up a huge, often forgotten Imagination Mover with candles on it. We all want to wish her a very never-bathing birthday and many happy pictures of old women in old man clothing. Now let's all sing together: "Happy piece of rubbish to you!"
Friday, January 14, 2011
Vacation Dialogue
GIRL: Hello. My name is (girl's name).
BOY: Hi. My name is (male celebrity). I came here with my mother and father and my little (noun).
GIRL: I am here with my best girl (noun). We are staying at the (name of boy) Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have a great (noun) there. How is the food?
GIRL: (Adjective)! But the room only costs (number) dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a/an (noun) for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go (verb ending in ING).
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised (female celebrity) I'd go (verb ending in ING) with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a/an (adjective) Dance at the Hotel (verb ending in ING) Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear a/an (adjective) dress and your (kind of shoe - plural). I am going to wear my (plural noun).
Millie said...
GIRL: Hello. My name is Midge.
BOY: Hi. My name is Weird Al. I came here with my mother and father and my little freakishly low-flying helicopter.
GIRL: I am here with my best girl mismatched manicure. We are staying at the Seymour Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have great tooth fuzz there. How is the food?
GIRL: Doorknob-bruise-prone! But the room only costs 238 dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a Dr. Phil addict for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go streaking.
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised Vanna White I'd go kissing booth-frequenting with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a Grandmotherly Dance at the Hotel Bricklaying Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear an IKEA-obsessed dress and your floral Mary Jane Birkenstocks. I am going to wear my mostly-wrong meteorologists.
Heffalump said...
GIRL: Hello. My name is Martha.
BOY: Hi. My name is Fabio. I came here with my mother and father and my little carrot.
GIRL: I am here with my best girl bowl of 9 day old peas porridge. We are staying at the Gordon Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have a great motorcycle there. How is the food?
GIRL: Belly shaking! But the room only costs 17 dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a ceiling fan for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go sledding.
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised Betty Boop I'd go flirting with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a Smothering Dance at the Hotel Muscle Flexing Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear a purple dress and your moon boots. I am going to wear my strawberry farm workers.
BOY: Hi. My name is (male celebrity). I came here with my mother and father and my little (noun).
GIRL: I am here with my best girl (noun). We are staying at the (name of boy) Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have a great (noun) there. How is the food?
GIRL: (Adjective)! But the room only costs (number) dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a/an (noun) for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go (verb ending in ING).
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised (female celebrity) I'd go (verb ending in ING) with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a/an (adjective) Dance at the Hotel (verb ending in ING) Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear a/an (adjective) dress and your (kind of shoe - plural). I am going to wear my (plural noun).
Millie said...
GIRL: Hello. My name is Midge.
BOY: Hi. My name is Weird Al. I came here with my mother and father and my little freakishly low-flying helicopter.
GIRL: I am here with my best girl mismatched manicure. We are staying at the Seymour Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have great tooth fuzz there. How is the food?
GIRL: Doorknob-bruise-prone! But the room only costs 238 dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a Dr. Phil addict for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go streaking.
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised Vanna White I'd go kissing booth-frequenting with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a Grandmotherly Dance at the Hotel Bricklaying Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear an IKEA-obsessed dress and your floral Mary Jane Birkenstocks. I am going to wear my mostly-wrong meteorologists.
Heffalump said...
GIRL: Hello. My name is Martha.
BOY: Hi. My name is Fabio. I came here with my mother and father and my little carrot.
GIRL: I am here with my best girl bowl of 9 day old peas porridge. We are staying at the Gordon Hilton Hotel.
BOY: I hear they have a great motorcycle there. How is the food?
GIRL: Belly shaking! But the room only costs 17 dollars a day.
BOY: I rented a ceiling fan for this afternoon. Maybe you and I could go sledding.
GIRL: I'd love to but I promised Betty Boop I'd go flirting with her.
BOY: Well, tonight there is a Smothering Dance at the Hotel Muscle Flexing Room.
GIRL: I'd love to go to that. Is it formal?
BOY: Yes, be sure and wear a purple dress and your moon boots. I am going to wear my strawberry farm workers.
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