All Points Bulletin!
It was a poem, and it went something like:
The years were climbing over him like wee, red ants.
WHO WROTE THIS? HOW DID IT GO?
Google is worthless sometimes.
Yes, it's my birthday.
Don't worry.
I swear I can only see one ant from here, and it looks quite friendly.
The years were climbing over him like wee, red ants.
WHO WROTE THIS? HOW DID IT GO?
Google is worthless sometimes.
Yes, it's my birthday.
Don't worry.
I swear I can only see one ant from here, and it looks quite friendly.