One day Butch was chuggin' along on his ole mare, Toots, when outa nowhere came a rustlin' sound like twernt never heard by his fuzzy flappin' ears. Oh can this western speak - he was impaled by a Samurai sword, and his horse had to get on her Blackberry to her Budweiser Clydesdale fiance for some wagon assistance. It took a while due to the Dalmatians setting up a trap along Main Street out of their arrogant jealousy. Long story short, Butch used to be long and now is short. This niche serves a need. Happens all the time.
► I do silly scribbles. Dorky doodles. You do giggles, knee slaps and maybe gaseous expulsions.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Jingle Jangle Optional
One day Butch was chuggin' along on his ole mare, Toots, when outa nowhere came a rustlin' sound like twernt never heard by his fuzzy flappin' ears. Oh can this western speak - he was impaled by a Samurai sword, and his horse had to get on her Blackberry to her Budweiser Clydesdale fiance for some wagon assistance. It took a while due to the Dalmatians setting up a trap along Main Street out of their arrogant jealousy. Long story short, Butch used to be long and now is short. This niche serves a need. Happens all the time.
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