Right!*kick, turn, kick*
Hey Cella, lets practice high-kicks,
no, not there...
let's stand closer to the Marshal.
You're terrifying when you do this, you know.
It's the price I've gotta pay.You're terrifying when you do this, you know.
I can't get no respect.
Get someone to read it to you.I saw that thing but did you see how many words are on there?!
Well, you don't expect me to read it to you do you? There are too many words.what makes you say that?
Okay, Bent Nailers. We gotta defend the sanctity of our saloon. Them varmints from Office Party are winning HarryHopkins' contest and we've got to do something about it.
Go here.
Answer the crossword questions.
Make your Marshal proud.
Don't blame me. Blame Harry.You're really trying to short out my brain, aren't you
Math major, huh?
*sigh*
It's always Blame the Dog Day around here.
Mmmm, Petty Officer, 10 am class for now. Major is a ways off...
reg
Don't blame me. Blame Harry.