I miss squeezing custard on a bald man's head while slapping his face with a large tuna and asking him "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!" for him to answer "PATTY!" while crying.
I miss squeezing custard on a bald man's head while slapping his face with a large tuna and asking him "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!" for him to answer "PATTY!" while crying.
Speaking of which, I miss my dear friend from here. She had a wonderful mind with her writings. Have not seen her online lately. Hope N.S. is ok.