Friday, August 10, 2007

The Magical Kingdom of Steve-o

You probably know the routine. Recent random mutterings of the roommate. Songs in italics.

Chocolate rain,
Something smells like cheddar cheese again,
Chocolate rain,
Someone punched me in the groin again,
Chocolate rain…

I am the evil that flaps in the night.

Butter boy, butter boy,
What are they feeding you?
Butter boy, Butter boy,
There's only one light in the dining room…

It is joke! It is joke! I am the Larry Shandling of comedy world!

Cheese and chevapi,
Cheese and chevapi,
I knew a girl who was,
Kinda sloppy…

Everybody know-ows,
Barry Bonds takes steroids.
Takes 'em underwater,
Sells 'em for a dollar…

Wassa matta, eh? You droppa your chevapi?

I can feel it,
Coming in your hair tonight,
Hold on…

Man, my couscous is hotter then shit. It's made out of Satan's anal sphincterola. "What's this?" says the devil. "Someone's scraped a layer off my anal sphincterola."

Gangrene went the little green frog one day,
Gangrene went the little green frog,
Gangrene went the little green frog one day,
And his eyes went bing gangrene boom!
Now we know all know frogs go ba bing bam bing,
Ba bing bam bing bam bing bam boom,
Now we know all know frogs go ba bing bam bing,
And they don’t go bing gangrene boom!
No known entities endorse the preceding sentiments.


Dr. Brainiac said...

Zoinks, Shaggy! Chevapi sounds like some kind of itchy subcutaneous condition.

Makes me wanna scratch my ivgrzaof just thinking about it.

Babs Gladhand said...

Whatever Steve-o in on...I want double.

Babs Gladhand said...

OR is on. Whichever.

Kathleen said...

Steve-O makes me laugh. I don't think I could live with him though.