Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Hell-o. I-bees-George-the-ro-bot-box-er-dog. Mo-mma-bees-mad-to-me-a-cause-I-used-up-all-a-tin-foil. Which-that-weren't-not-a-waste. She-sayed-sit-down-you-bad-boy. But-ev-er-since-I-beed-a-ro-bot-I-can't-sit-no-more-a-cause-my-legs-won't-fold-up. Mo-mma-sayed-this-don't-be-fun-ny-what-so-all-George. I-thunk-it-beed.

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