sorry to say, but next time you bring me down i'm gonna ship you off to red china. it's nothing personal, but i will be an old man--i'd sell my soul to the elephant . . . please dont send me anymore grandfather clocks. ZING & "the war's going fine--aint it paleface?" says i, but then proceed to put the barrel of a bazooka with Pety Cringe's name engraved on its side in the face of the senator's pet. say hi to your doctor.
see you
Zeke, all Petered Out
PS- i will remain a rablerouser from your wardrobe, thanx
Saturday, May 4, 2013
All Petered Out
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