Pudding, anyone?
Speaking of pudding, I once knew a rap dancer from Tulsa. Her stage name was Tappy Oklahoma.
O, hi, Oly!
If a lady bug lands on your egg you get a New Yolk.
Hi, Beck, Hawaii?
Here, Alaska. How are you, Beck?
I think Beck Oregon by now.
I saw a bent spoon the other day. Made me realize how much I Missouri Geller.
I’m in the Ouachita (pronounced: wash it all)
Cleaning my blankety-blank laundry room.
Glad to hear that you’re still with us, Beck, albeit in the laundry room. We were worried. That was a clothes call.
The humor here is getting much dryer.
In DC there’s lots of dirty laundry. People are constantly washing ton.
You would think that doing laundry would be loads of fun.
And the racists want to separate the whites from the colored.
Didn’t Jim Crow-chie write a song about that?
I find the noise crows make very cawstick.
The noise I hear is ‘grackle’
That’s hard to swallow.
Only if you’re a sap sucker.
Here, where weed is legal, we buy prerolled joints, oriole’m ourselves 