…would the Horton hear a Houthi?
I don’t think the sales guy liked us lying down on his job.
Because it’s buried under two feet of snow.
And you can’t make us!
Then how come it’s chasing after me like I just stole its purse?
Our Frosty the Glowman actually looks like he belongs.
I would have been better off with a slushblower.
Or maybe a really big straw.
I could use a good case.
…eventually, it will play “Come On Eileen.”
But I have an inexplicable urge to overthrow a small to medium government.