Dear Mr Drago
I seem to have a load of crap Trainers left on my hands and, at the moment they are sat on top of a load of old document boxes in one of my very large and tastefully blinged toilets.
I seem to be having a temporary cash flow problem, can you help (I could throw in a golf course or two if it would help).
Tango Man
Dear Drago,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and I've got the blues.
I hear the train a-coming and I know it's full of people drinking coffee and smoking big cigars.
How do I get over the Folsom Prison blues?
Yours faithfully,
J. R. Cash
Dear God,
No advice shall be forthcoming until you provide me with Stormy Daniels' phone number.
Dear Jennifer,
You think you got problems. I hurt myself today to see if I could feel.
Stormys' number is 01-253-581-2172.Dear God,
No advice shall be forthcoming until you provide me with Stormy Daniels' phone number.*
Dear Jennifer,
You think you got problems. I hurt myself today to see if I could feel.
Dear Drago,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and I've got the blues.
I hear the train a-coming and I know it's full of people drinking coffee and smoking big cigars.
How do I get over the Folsom Prison blues?
Yours faithfully,
J. R. Cash
Dear Drago,
How many pints can I drink before I exceed the drink-drive limit for a steam tractor?
Yours faithfully,
F. Dibnah,
Bolton
Dear Queenie,
I can only give you one for the money because I have a suspicious mind. You're lonesome tonight, so a short stay at heartbreak Hotel having a little less conversation and more time cleaning your blue suede shoes should soon give you a mountain. Come on man, it's now or never.
Regards,
Drago, uh huh.
Sorry Uncle Drago
Didn't catch all that, I was talking to the big white telephone in my blinged out bathroom.
Anyway, Draggy, are you lonesome tonight, come on, it's now or never.
....and I'll throw in a sausage in batter.
Queenie Elvis