Miezer Man and the Scarecrow

I live in a "Mean Peoplez Zone"
soou
leave me alone: I'll introduce
to you to my dad Miezzer.
So stringy is he
and I'll let you see: he's
so
cheap he waits for clothes to go
on sale at goodwill. he told a story
of aman who used a elk, deer and
moose to stem cell meat for cheep.
They only asked me was it gamey
he said. " Nah: Nah, the fella spoke
real quality meat!
Now course you gotta put alotta
garlic onions
and horseradish and stuff
on it not to taste the 
woods and grasseyness
other than that it's real quality meats,
gamey no, no i
Wouldn't play around with
 something a foolish as that "
niw myself I like the straps from the leather
it's a savings bonanza.

Son of the Scarecrow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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