Terence I believe was a caveman
HA HA--- ain't we all.
HEY WILMA!!! Why don't you call Barney and Betty over
tonite for some good ole Bedrock strip-poker and I'll find
the marked deck. HeHe... See if she can bring some of her
friends over. How about Hot Lips Hannigan,or Larry Lava
and Sherry Foxasaurus...and maybe Ann-Margrock and Lenny
Grassostone, Rocky Genial or the Great Mesmo, mr.markozilla and and Rambycus...everyone you know ...
more the merrier....
We can't lose.
YABBA DABBA DOOOO!
HEHE but remember to tell Lenny to leave his club outside --
- and quit chasing our cat --poor ole Baby Puss almost got
caught last time. Geez can you imagine that fur flying!
HEY WILMA--- I wrote you a love poem
cause you know your the one and only baby...
I love thee Wilma, with hair like silk,
Lips like cherries, skin like milk,
Your shell-like ears, your dainty hands,
And eyes so black, like frying pans
And when you in my arms are in,
My love how can you doubt?
I quiver just like geletin,
And sometimes even break out.
You're a perfect peach, my love,
Together we're a pear (pair),
You're sweet, you're nice, you're paradise,
And all kinna stuff like that there.
(real poem from Flintsones but personalities
are ficticious and not even remotely familar and names were
changed to protect me from their rath.)
~Fred
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