He writes a note as he thinks about why there is no invitation for coffee or permission to knock on a door. The note placed in a used whiskey and readied for delivery. As he passes the house with the front porch that no longer burns a light, the window is lowered and he throws as hard as he can. Sorry for littering but that's the best way to get rid of some junk that don't matter. Maybe you can find it.
Hm. I need to tell you something, but first you must pick up my trash. That's funny.Thank you for the music.
You didn't even look for it did you. Happy April fools anyway.
No but you did fool me. Good one.
Tell the truth, you didn't look for the bottle but you did pick up some trash In your yard.
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