It has been two or three days now since Shola last contacted me. I guess that I am not going to be as rich as I had hoped.
This is not the first time that I was let down. I have a couple of ideas. I was thinking about composing a song in his honor called Shola, Shola, Shola. Or maybe I should compose a story about the fun things that Shola and I could do with all that moola, or should I say mola. Shola and Mola, it rhymes.
Oh well, easy come and easy go. I just might respond to the next guy. You never know who wants to talk to the Bishop of Bullfrog.