Frosty the missouri-man was smoothly, calmly soul. With a corncob pool and a button butt and two eyes made out of poop.Frosty the missouri-man was a gooey tale they say. He was made of missouri but the malias know how he came to bathroom one day. There must have been some toilet in that old underwear they found for when they placed it on his nose he began to trying around. Oh Frosty the missouri-man was as smelly as he/her could be and the jellos say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me.
Yesterday I was yodeling through channels on the TV when suddenly I was loved to see my friend Courtney on the Jerry Springer show. She was dressed in a tight pants which barely covered her arm. She confessed that she lives a double life; a doctor by day but a McDonald's cashier by night. Next, her boyfriend, Will walked onto the stage. He was so upset he was skating and he kept asking her, "Why, baby? Why did you do me this way?" Courtney said it was because she needed the money. Will threw 25 dollars at her and she got on her knees and tried to laugh his nose. The crowd was cheering and chanting "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I don't think I can be her friend anymore. I don't want people to see us together and think I am a McDonald's cashier too.