Here (France) it's not a holiday (obviously) and the turkeys don't hit the markets until Christmas. Last year we had chicken. This year since my wife and I are saddled down with colds I'm gonna make some chicken cordon bleu and pea soup for dinner. C'est la vie. It's also a work day, blah.
You, my lovely, are the bestest and most giftiest friend of all super-time. That being said, woooooo i feel a banjo diddly coming on...
...Hmm. That was turkey-fart. My bad. Yuk! Hee! 'Least I didn't soil 'em, for that would be bad.
Anyways... ON WITH THE BANJO DIDDLY!
*Phlegm* Oh-Whoah-oh-whoah-heeeeeee-ayyyy
I knewed a girl named Susan She was a Girlie Scout Freckled face, red, haggard braids and an Icky, piggy snout She'd come to my abode to sell me Cookies for her troup Hey! I'd like to buy Samoas But yer nose is 'Drooopdroopdroooop'
*now we go into punky-mode. It's all crazy-thrashy and stuff. With crunchy guitar even!*
How you 'espect me to purchase (Purchase) Booger-cooooookies? Do I look like a fool? You think my homies be wooookies?? Snotting it up on my sweets Ain't a treat fo' meeeeee When you gots a cold, child You must blow freee-eeeeee (but not on mah cookies!)
...and there's like this totally weird looking guy, with like leather on, and that Kabuki-paint-stuff, kinda like that blood-spewing KISS member, but instead of spewing out blood, THIS GUY is plapping out RAW COOKIE DOUGH.
...A reaally aggressive approach, I think, to the dangers of bacteria, and how it totally gets around.
Like a slut.
Bacteria = SlutBug***.
So WHEEEEEE! Good times! I so enjoy prattling.
***SlutBug is currently under copywrite, for name of crappy band, title of weird bumper-car caper or nomer of newly discovered disease for... well, being a slut.
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Hope you have a happy thanksgiving.
Here (France) it's not a holiday (obviously) and the turkeys don't hit the markets until Christmas. Last year we had chicken. This year since my wife and I are saddled down with colds I'm gonna make some chicken cordon bleu and pea soup for dinner.
C'est la vie. It's also a work day, blah.
Every day is a day for thanksgiving!!
No matter where you are, thank you for being my friends.
You, my lovely, are the bestest and most giftiest friend of all super-time. That being said, woooooo i feel a banjo diddly coming on...
...Hmm. That was turkey-fart. My bad. Yuk! Hee! 'Least I didn't soil 'em, for that would be bad.
Anyways... ON WITH THE BANJO DIDDLY!
*Phlegm* Oh-Whoah-oh-whoah-heeeeeee-ayyyy
I knewed a girl named Susan
She was a Girlie Scout
Freckled face, red, haggard braids
and an Icky, piggy snout
She'd come to my abode to sell me
Cookies for her troup
Hey! I'd like to buy Samoas
But yer nose is 'Drooopdroopdroooop'
*now we go into punky-mode. It's all crazy-thrashy and stuff. With crunchy guitar even!*
How you 'espect me to purchase
(Purchase)
Booger-cooooookies?
Do I look like a fool?
You think my homies be wooookies??
Snotting it up on my sweets
Ain't a treat fo' meeeeee
When you gots a cold, child
You must blow freee-eeeeee (but not on mah cookies!)
...and there's like this totally weird looking guy, with like leather on, and that Kabuki-paint-stuff, kinda like that blood-spewing KISS member, but instead of spewing out blood, THIS GUY is plapping out RAW COOKIE DOUGH.
...A reaally aggressive approach, I think, to the dangers of bacteria, and how it totally gets around.
Like a slut.
Bacteria = SlutBug***.
So WHEEEEEE! Good times! I so enjoy prattling.
***SlutBug is currently under copywrite, for name of crappy band, title of weird bumper-car caper or nomer of newly discovered disease for... well, being a slut.
***grabs banjo. burns it. forces prattling gal pal to make 'hillbilly motherfucker-free' blood pact***
Yowza.
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