Signed, Sealed, Delivered: The Vows We Have Made

A bucket of syrup fell off a Waffle Wagon

It's okay.

She's not even a cup.

Dear John,

So we know the letter's addressed to John,

Eight years ago,

I grew up loving the mail.

Yes, well, I have an affinity for the past

Yeah, next time, I'll do it right.

Fred was passed around from station to station

And how is that my fault?

But your mom,