And they’re hard to get out of the bottle
Reminds me of my cousin’s birthday cake. As we were eating dinner, I noticed the flowers in the middle of the table. After dinner, my aunt took the flowers out of the pot and said “Here’s your cake!” She had made a cake-like thing that looked like potting soil, complete with worms, which she troweled onto plates. It was pretty good (even though I am not a fan of gummy anything).
If you say
“Gummies are nummy”
then I would reply
“You have the palate of a mummy”.
^ You’re a doctor, not a scriptwriter!
Perhaps a script doctor?
Well, since you’re writing one already…
Need a pen?
Need a worm?
The early worm catches a bird in the hands are the devil’s playthings.
deviled eggs on a bed of gummy worms
The worms go in
The worms go out
And that’s how people came about.
And the worms ate into his brain…
hey you,
don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
together we stand,
divided we fall
Dr. Franklin, I presume…?
Rosebud.
Ah, yes, Rosebud. You realize the real Rosebud belonged to Marion Davies, and it was not a sled (slippery, though).
Was it a penguin? Those are cool.
No. A panda.
We just had a Panda Express open near us. Finest cuts of the tastiest panda you can get anywhere. And damn fast, too!