On top of Spaghetti all covered in:
?
Cheese
I lost my …?
spleen in Hackensack
I left my heart in San Francisco, laying on…?
A rusty cable car.
poor meatball
Calvin flexes his pipes:
Burpo divorced me and I wasn’t even informed.
Don’t matter:
“I lost my poor meatball…”
yeah, I called Burpo a meat ball, so what?
So now I’m officially gonna chase @kenobi_65 around. I’ll be SD-board married in no time.
Oh, crap! I forgot. Me and @dropzone are still SD board married.
I’m officially a bigamist.
Y’all don’t tell on me.
Meatballs would not stay lost in my house for long. One of the cats would find it, and start batting it around.
Isn’t that legal in Arkansas anyway? 
Only if you’re 13 and at least 2nd cousins.
Technicalities!
No end of redtape. The recorder at the Courthouse still uses a dip pen to write in the big book.
Same song, different lyrics.
On top of Ol’ Smoky;
All covered in blood.
I stomped my poor teacher’s;
face in the mud.
“Schools out, schools out.
Teacher let the mules out …”
“oh cheese…”
Sorry, Mods. Didn’t mean to start this in IMHO.
My excuse? None but ignorance. I have had brain malfunctions before, quit yer snickering, in the peanut gallery.
Malfunction junction… 
"Pardon me, boys, Is that Chattanooga Choo Choo…?