Saturday, April 18, 2009
cause everything else was already said
uh oh, im running low on celebration solution.
somebody cue the inspector gadget theme.
nobody 'cues' anything anymore, they just double-click.
yet another casualty of the broadcast evolution disease.
flashy flashy, come on flashy.
i hate many, many things.
i am one of the things that i hate. -td
clear it.
sweep it up.
finish it.
flash me.
make those eyes dance.
everyone is waiting.
what good is an autograph anymore?
nobody flashes autographs, we all got camera phones and shit.
life without mystery is so much better.
where are all the escape routes?
and how much liquor can i get for all this money? -sd
dont ask me about space.
or ill start pacing this place til im red in the face.
your luggage comes no sooner this way.
the sheriff told me to leave town.
said i was sayin weird shit.
had a mustache better than mine.
so i pulled out my 9-iron.
and threw it at him as hard as i could.
cops love golf.
so, im still right here, but where am i going?
rowing the wrong way up the river,
without ever knowing.
do you have a girlfriend? -beautiful girl
nope, do you have a job? -cwp
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