I'm too cool to Post
8th December 2004
I slit the sheet - the sheet I slit - and on the slitted sheet I sit.
Try to keep repeating the phrase "Red lorry, yellow lorry" and "new york, new york"
She sells sea shells at the sea shore.
Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward.
I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant pluckers son. And I'm only plucking pleasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes.
Silly Simon's sitting in a shoe shine shop. Where he sits he shines, and where he shines he sits.