At this rate, the ship stores will be empty by noon.
And with the worried look on June’s face:
We should all remember those famous words of Muffaroo, one of the Comics Curmudgeon‘s site’s poets laureate:
Little Willy, Boston bound
Turned up in the Lost and Found.
June found him alone with Rex.
Like all of us, she thought of sex.
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