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.
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I got this email today along with a few others. It doesn't take long for the jokes to start going around does it?
Sorry I haven't been by in a while Bear but if it's any consolation I have missed you.
Gypsy:Yes it went through work the other day... I always loved a good play on words.
You've definitely been missed, Gypsy, but don't apologise, you know where I am and you're welcome any time.
{{{Bear Hugs}}}
I have a friend in Paraguay who posted this a week or two ago. It's just as funny the second time!
How did I miss this? I thought I got all the forwards. Very funny. I guess that's why I didn't get it.
Groovy:Well it must've gone the long way round the globe for me to get it after you, Groovy.
LifePundit:All is fixed... I've put you back on the mailing list.
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