Clem-erick
There once was a kitty named Clem, with the brain of a light that was dim. When he ate globs of sand, he said, “That’s rather bland,” I’d rather eat buckets of phlegm.
There once was a kitty named Clem, with the brain of a light that was dim. When he ate globs of sand, he said, “That’s rather bland,” I’d rather eat buckets of phlegm.
I love Green. I just don’t like mean drunks. Since it’s St. Patrick’s Day, I want to dispel the myth of the “happy Irish drunk” and show how it affected the lives of… Continue reading