She’s a naughty one -
Unrolled the toilet paper
At least fifteen times.
At least fifteen times
I tried to call my sweetheart
He will not pick up
Dedicated to BB
He will not pick up
the damn phone, call after call;
I’ll have to email.
Welcome, NM!
I’ll have to email
My wife a box of candy.
That’s doable, right?
That’s doable, right?
I emailed chicken soup when
He was feeling sick.
He was feeling sick
Losing his mind, needs treatment
Give him shock treatment
Give him shock treatment?
No, give him soup and a dog
To hug. That’s better.
To hug, that’s better
Than a swat on the rump for
My great grandmother
My great grandmother
Is not my great-grandmother;
Grandma’s really great.
Grandma’s really great!
‘Twas a shame the wolf got her.
Here comes the huntsman!
Here comes the huntsman
And he looks none too happy
Put your tall boots on
Put your tall boots on,
and your armored gauntlets, ‘cause
we’re hunting spiders!
We’re hunting spiders,
Not the wimpy farming kind.
We kill anything.
We’re hunting spiders?!
I don’t want to hunt spiders.
They eat up the flies.
Tied!
They eat up the flies,
but they freak me out, too; I’m
arachnophobic.
Arachnophobic?
I bet you wish spiders were
all invisible.
All invisible:
Littler, graffiti. Those are
The joys of VR.
The joys of VR
cannot compare to real life,
or so she tells me
Or so she tells me
That we should clean the garage
I know what “we” means