Grand Uncle Horace
Shake down the thunder
Rancid is indeed a wondrous word.
However TGO does not wear a dead possum on his head. His ruddy cheeks are plumped with the natural fats derived from chiko rolls and not the inserted silicon of the jealous pharisee. TGO's scent is the au naturale of the great unwashed and not cloaked in the foul pomades of the false one.
Above all TGO embodies the word. His Slurmons are music to our ears, especially when referring to his own wondrous miraculous prognostications.
Hunker down and testify.
However TGO does not wear a dead possum on his head. His ruddy cheeks are plumped with the natural fats derived from chiko rolls and not the inserted silicon of the jealous pharisee. TGO's scent is the au naturale of the great unwashed and not cloaked in the foul pomades of the false one.
Above all TGO embodies the word. His Slurmons are music to our ears, especially when referring to his own wondrous miraculous prognostications.
Hunker down and testify.