If the government gets ahold of all the emails I plan to write featuring Jackson Brundage, I will probably not be allowed to enter the basketball game on suspicion of being a child molester. Little do they know I don't want to molest him, I just want to make him wear a candy suit and speak into a bullhorn a language I'm making up for him on the spot.
It seems to me that it's about time for another concert tour. Now that they have Mia, K-Fed, and the revelation of Tim's rap skills. The Peyton's Label Tour, one act that's around for three songs. And every night K-Fed gets punched in the mouth half a song in.
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