Once that was solved I moved on to Texas. I discovered some dinosaur bones and called them T.rexas. Then I worked out, trying to get better Pecksas.
Then someone told me a Jokelahoma. It went over pretty well. The only problem is, no one there wanted to laugh, they had all recently gone Brokelahoma. They drowned their sorrows in Smokelahoma and sang Folklahoma until they Croaklahoma'd.
Boy, was I hungry. Luckily, Flansas was right next door. Lovely state.
Tomorrow we are going to Blissouri. It is a wonderful place. Only problem is, half the state is Blissouri, half the state is Dissouri. The Blissouri side has flowers, the Dissouri side has mean people at every corner who make you feel self conscious about your shoes. And your face. Maybe at the end of a long day, I can get a nice Kissouri.
Then home. If we don't get Killinoised.


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