Even if God hates it;
which I seriously doubt,
it’s still not your biz.
It’s still not your “Biz
With bleach, borax, brighteners” –
Old detergent ad
Old detergent ad:
That ring around the collar?
He should wash his neck.
He should wash his neck
There are vines growing from it
I guess he’ll go green
I guess he’ll go green
For he is Bruce Banner, and
He’s getting angry
He’s getting angry.
He’s also getting hungry.
And what’s the third one?
And what’s the third one?
Domingo… Pavarotti…
I always forget.
I always forget
Is it lefty loosey? I
Need the answer fast
Need the answer fast
Righty tighty Lefty Loose
Quick post for your use
Quick post for your use:
“Principal can be your pal,
Principle is rule.”
Principle is rule
Principal is boss of school
And boys rule, girls drool
And boys rule, girls drool
A statement no longer true.
Don’t think it, you fool!
Don’t think it, you fool!
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
For Donna Summer!?!?!?
For Donna Summer
Was singing MacArthur Park
Peak of her career?
Peak of her career?
Maybe, but Richard Harris
Sang it much better
Sang it much better.
But it’s still a crappy song.
Covered fifty times?
Covered fifty times
She was weighed down by blankets
But she wasn’t cold
But she wasn’t cold!
The necrophiliac said,
Complaining again
Complaining again
“My name rhymes with complaining”
Complained Matt Groening.
Complained Matt Groening,
“Blinky needs to wear glasses!
They’ll call him six-eyes!”
