Dat’s what you call a statue, when she rings, you pick ups the handle and say “Statue? It’s me.”
Love the way Mutt’s jacket is always flying out behind him, like he’s in a gale wind.
Dat’s what you call a statue, when she rings, you pick ups the handle and say “Statue? It’s me.”
Love the way Mutt’s jacket is always flying out behind him, like he’s in a gale wind.