Mister Dobalina, Mister Bob Dobalina.
I just want to be chained to you.
I am Sam. Sam I am. I do not like green eggs and ham.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to steal your identity.
eh hem. see post 114
I’d like to give the world a hug
And tell it jokes and stuff
And tie it up with bonds and straps
And chase it through the rough.
Ant pull it’s pants down to it’s knees
And check it’s pants for change
And leave it out at Moose Grin Hall
With my uncle who’s deranged.*
*to be sung to the tune of the Real Thing Coke commercial
i will no longer drink while reading these boards !
I left my home in Georgia, headed for the Frisco bay.
I was born in a Greyhound bus, rolling down highway 41.
When you see me comin’, better step aside.
A lot of men didn’t. A lot men died.
I’m feelin’ the same way all over again …
I am so happy. I’m a happy man, yes I am.
I Arthur. I Arthur!
I wasn’t born here. I just live here.
I love… lamp. I love lamp!
Yes, I’m back!
Well, I’m back!
Yes, I’m back!
Well, I’m back, …back!
Well, I’m back in black, yes, I’m back in black!
I’m looking for someone to change my life. I’m looking for a miracle in my life.
I drink alone.
I woke up this mornin’ with the sundown shinin’ in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
Ooh. Good one.
Me, I’ve got zilch.