I’s brushed of me hat and I’s girded me britches
Looks up to Sire moon and rides high with me witches
With cat on the back we cruised o’er the town
Cacklin’ and cursing’ ‘cos we’ll ne’er drown
They lays in them’s beds while the fear coldly creeps
We’s hunting kiddies tonight and we’s playing’ fer keeps!
hahahhahahaha
@cheesemaster saidRules are for those wanting to win, I just want to offer a contribution.
Good but "apparently" it breaks the rules 🙄
Besides you think I’m going to get many thumbs up 😁
@cheesemaster saidDon't forget your gimp costume.
Stupid rules!
I'll crush all y'all at chess!
Or arm wrestling!
Or Nintendo!
Or beer drinking!
Excuse me I have to get ready for my date with Suzianne 😏