That's right. More ridiculous, regrettable, random regurgitations from the roommate. As always the songs are in italics.
Tweet tweet. Twiddle twiddle.
It’s the only one candy with the hole in the middle.
Welcome to Ground-Porkville, population this.
You’re a strange animal
That’s what Gowan knows
Cause he’s a strange animal
Larry Gowan…
Would you say I have a plethora of piñatas? Yes?
Do you know what ‘plethora’ means? No?
Then why would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?
Ha ha ha ha ha! That’s from ‘Three Amigos!’
Bacon fat… It’s not your fault…
Where are the midgets! I ordered fifteen midgets!
I’m fryin’
I’m fryin’
I’m cookin’
I’m not lyin’.
Fiiiiiiiive onion riiiiiings…
Man, that blows. That blows like a French whore with a wooden leg.
Willowby wallaby woo
An elephant sat on you
Willowby wallaby wee
An elephant sat on me.
You want some eggs for breakfast? I have to warn you they’re expired but just barely. They should be fine. Oh. Um. And the octopus has leaked all over them. Don’t worry, it’s just octojuice.
Flash Fiction: Don’t Forget the Veg…
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As Joel looked through the kitchen cupboard this evening, what he saw could
best be described as “organized chaos”. Oh wait, no, it wasn’t even
organized. ...
3 hours ago
2 comments:
Ah, the joy that is Steve-O.
My favorite is: "That blows like a French whore with a wooden leg".
It's so randomly brilliant!
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