Wednesday, 18 September 2013


One day I takes Gran'ma to see Ol' Doc
an' he says: What's wrong?

an' she says: Oh! Like, I cut my finger


an' he looks at it, an' he says: Oh! You can't be serious . . .

an' then she like sings: O' gimme a home where the buffalo roam  . . .

an' he says: You want, like, a place to live where there are these, like, big cow things . . .

an' she says: Like, groovy, wow, yes, 

like yikes!

. . . an' so it was
the two of them were like happy-ever-after, 




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