Saturday, February 23, 2008

"Life" rhymes with "bitch". Sorry. Not rhymes with. Is.

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken"

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes.
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food.
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues
-Bob Dylan (Tombstone Blues)

You guessed right. Internals around the corner. *Groan*

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