Thursday, December 27, 2007

Tempted by the fruit of Steve-o

Is it that time already? 'Fraid so. More random utterances of Steve-o, the roommate. Songs in italics:



Tequila! You’re breaking my heart,
Your shaking my confidence daily,
OH TEQUILA…!

Those Douchie Von Douchenheimers.

Midgets have glowing sex. When they orgasm it shines like the birth of a star. That’s why some little people have great tans. They’re the best lovers.

Nausea, heartburn, indigestion!
Upset stomach, diarrhea!

It was an itsy bitsy teeny weenie
Flying purple pita eater


Your mom called. I pretended to be you but then she started talking all sexy and I got nervous and hung up. [Steve-o’s last words before he was throttled and thrown down the stairs.]

My laws, did you see the balls on that one?

Sky rockets in flight,
Mmm, tuna delight…


There’s nothing finer than zombie sex. At least, that’s what my zombie friends say.

I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum,

That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Up in my bum…



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2 comments:

Babs said...

Steve-o's version of The Little Drummer Boy is the best I've ever seen. Brilliant!

Kathleen said...

I would have thrown him down the stairs for singing the Pepto-Bismol commercial. Who the hell ever thought that was a good way to sell something?