I cant help about the shape I'm in.
I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand.
He said, stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand.
But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh well.
3 comments:
Ah...Bear and his images!
I don't think I'd wear those glasses again.
Thanks for the advice on how to sell my horse. You are right in every regard and I died laughing.
Hope you are managing a long and happy anniversary celebration.
LOL.
I posted this on April 1st too.
It cracks me up. :)
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