. . . . . Poor Mr. Hat. He still needs his. Fur hat, that is. It’s snowing where he is, and he woke up to this. Sez he’s sick and tired of it. Well, I got something for ya, Mr. Hat, a little Florida sunshine. 73 degrees and a balmy breeze. Whip this: .… Continue reading Big Fur Hat’s gonna whip somebody’s ass
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