Maintaining by Nate Creekmore for July 07, 2008
July 06, 2008
July 08, 2008
Transcript:
Marcus: Dear summertime, I love thy name! For every year it is the same, the comely lass and beauteous dame, break forth anew with hearts aflame! Short skirts and halters drape their frame, I stare and gawk (am I to blame?) Alas, in truth, it's such a shame, for I have not a bit of game. Anton: ... your rhyming skills are rather lame.
