Whatsinanamme

Whatsinanamme

He
was balding a combover boy from long ago he took nammes from
registers of the newly dead the estates in question and he became the
executor of the will and testaments. He was worth more millions of
dollors then many businessmen a mysterious bald headed man. He took a
rather larger chance of discovery when he contacted me to write his
story. Me my namme is Mikey. We will call him Pinnous to have
something to call him. Like the way that genius Einstein had not the
will to tie his shoes or pull up trousers on but help was needed to
be dressed in public places Pinnous had an Army of followers to feed.
He carried food not money and they had to eat the provider he tabled
near the places that they were. There was seldom any water there. And
so he carried lots of lemones. The trick was to find fresh water and
so they carried pails to fetch the water from the hills. Jack then
Jill went up the nearest hill to fetch down Pinnous water pails.
First Jill fell down the Jack came after losing all that water from
his pail. But Dick Morris had a pail of water added lemones and he
was soon sick. The moral of this story failed. It is thus soon that
we discover it is better to be a Morris then a Jack or Jill or
Pinnous. Eye bet you thought eye was gonna say Albert.