Hey lovers in the soggy world. Would you like a bowl of cereal or would you rather cut of a ribbon of maneur at Uncle Teddy's farm? Alright then... here's the cereal. Be careful though, Pa got the milk from the diseased cow named, Lim, and the milk is not cleasned. It's Bettsy's turn to catch the fog this mornin'. She catches the fog every Tuesday and Thursady. Yep...... that ought to get her done! Serves you right Bettsy! Fetching Poisoonise berries! That is no way to earn yourself roasted pig bones for dinner! In fact, you almost killed your own brother with those poisoness berries! You know better! Now! Get the whip and catch the fog! Pa already is waiting for you with the spit bowl outside. Um excuse me. Yes. What is the fog? Oh the fog! It is a label for postage on American bundle cards for old wheat that belongs to the dead. Huh? It is a label for postage on American bundle cards for old wheat----- NO! I didn't want you to repeat it Ma! That ought to get you mouth done, boy! Go stand in the corner boy! I'll order the slave to hand me the whip for your old ears to be punished for! Serves you right boy! I don't care if your just staying in town with us a few days, for every poisoness blueberry pie, you get a spanking!
Koomba Boom,
Tab
P.S. Come home with the mozzeralla cheese, Homer! I want to make it for dinner!
P.S.S. This is just made up story from Tab's noodly brain!
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