Dis electshun is getting crazy. I need a drink.
Somefing about posing wiff a pumpkin at Halloweem will help my numbers at the polls. Ok, I will do it. He seems like a nice enuff fellow.
I will go trick or treating wiff him again tomorrow to try and right the wrongs dat hab been done to him.
Best not to take any chances. Wiff science, I know monsters and zombies are not real, but….
It’s quite an honor to be inbited to the opening game ob the World Series here in Clebeland dis ebening! Nothing says America more then the nashunal pastime ob baseball and it’s the perfect place to do some last minute bote getting. I will also be singing the nashunal anthem before Rachel Platten and LoCash, because nobody knows who dat is – so be sure to tune in early do you don’t miss it! GO INDIANS!! GO CUBBIES!! GO BASEBALL!!
Now, where are all these peanuts and Cracker Jacks I hab been hearing about?
I better practice some more. Ebery time I try to sing the high notes, my hat falls off.
I hearby call to order the first meeting ob the Internashunal Bizess Conbenshun ob Unicorms. Do we have any new bizness other than discussing Milo’s transpositional weekday juxtipacashun theory to see if we can lessen the burden ob Mondays? Maybe we can see if there are other issues after snack time. Who brought the donuts?
