A boar came into the hairdressers and wanted his hooves dyed. Between grunts and squeels he desribed some kind of off-yellow maroon. I couldn’t understand, what was it… the pig meant?
A boar came into the hairdressers and wanted his hooves dyed. Between grunts and squeels he desribed some kind of off-yellow maroon. I couldn’t understand, what was it… the pig meant?
C.T. Curio 