Author: Chip Montana

Oi everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbing nature

Oi everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbing nature

Oi everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbing nature

White snow falling. Heaps. Bunches. Cast against the blanket of pitch black sky. The snow swirled and the wind howled and it made it absolutely impossible to see anything, anything other than something resembling static on an old television, black

Three Blind Mice, Three Blind Mice. See how they run, see how they run. They all ran after the farmer's wife. She cut off their tail with a carving knife. Have you ever seen such a sight in your life, as three blind mice. That's

Hello everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbing nature

Hi everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbing nature

Oi everyone! I'm Chip Montana! And I'm grabbin nature

Oi everyone! I'm Chip Montana, and I'm grabbing nature

Oi! I'm Chip Montana, and I'm grabbing nature