Tuna Face
I don't eat tuna (much) but this young lady, does. The grey cat. You know, the grey cat told me a story. Said she was homeless... hungry... evil stepfather... something, something... all bullshit. She lives across the road.
Just like an overseas romance scam - I am now buying tuna. Do you know they catch that tuna way-out in the deep ocean? A long way away. And then they squash it all into cans. And then you can buy a can at the shop and take it home and open it and there's tuna. That's how it works, and the grey cat, knows it!
Mister Jeff
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