you lost me with that one mrcalhou.......
you lost me with that one mrcalhou.......
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft.
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft. The raft sank
Lake Tahoe once
was home to
a scroungy old
trader named Willet.
Willet traded materials
that his tribe
plundered from extravagant
locales around the
dirty lake side
shack young Boudreaux
built with many
plastic and wood
scraps. One day
Willet noticed he
had three fifty
plastic buttons saved
for a raft. The raft sank
when evil neighbours