Gasp Gasp...dare i believe tis but Friday night, the weekend begins to crank..the bubbles begin to form the crass of the week lies in the corner in a popped balloooooonnn...tainted panties lay limp, the star spangled banner has no wind to stretch the stars apart...the world turns as Winnie The Poo and Paddington Bear join hands..does that make them sexual or are stars made of lemons and there is no room for the media to ride the Donkey pushed to warp factor speed...is there indeed enough ink to spank the monkey in the darkest of nights...Whom ever passes this way the weekend is yours...So Goeth...
