I once saw a chimney sweep
vigorously shaking hands
with himself.
“Good luck, Guv’nor.” he said,
before splitting into
two versions of himself.
I once saw a chimney sweep
vigorously shaking hands
with himself.
“Good luck, Guv’nor.” he said,
before splitting into
two versions of himself.
The Parker Bros. will end up being railroaded out of town.
Boogie on, and get out of jail free, card.
Hah!
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