Mr. Aaron Rodgers, I bought a Green Bay Packers hat yesterday at Target Downtown Minneapolis. I am wearing it right now to soup it up for you. Maybe I will catch the end of the game tomorrow. The Vikings play at the same time. My purchase set off the fire alarms at at The Piper Jaffery Building. the firemen had to come twice. Once they saw me and I got on the bus, the alarms went off. My hat kept me nice and warm as I waited for my bus because I had wet hair because I had just swam at the Gaviidae Commons YMCA. That is old Dayton's money. Well, Target is too. They belong to me anyway and now, baby, we are into big time Wall Street. Good luck. My heart and soul are with you. hopegod3. Spies like us need to stay hot for the hunt. Sorcery is powerful medicine. Just know that I guarded the 1987 World Series for game 3 or 4 and game 7 on the pull out bleachers behind Karl Pohlad sitting next to Mark Dayton. He has stalked me my whole life through the CIA. He "got" my stepfather Rev. Greg Renstrom (CIA also) the tickets. Of course we won.
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