Come meet the Elders.
Simply Jews - a cabal of critically undermedicated schemers.
As I woke up from unsettling dreams this morning, I've found myself transformed in my bed into Rachel Dolezal.
Nothing more to report so far, aside of needing an urgent advice on combing my hair.
Probably be best to shave it off and start over. Ye gads, I'd rather be a cockroach.
Well,Now you can drive your car with the windows down and not muss up your hair. Ah, I can only dream of how wonderful that would have been riding in my chariot. Even though I did have a parasol holder (had to go through a lot of them to get a good one), I still had to wear a big hat to keep my coif in good shape.
But what about various bugs being caught by the hair?
Oh... yes, that's a positive factor I missed.
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