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Jul 06, 2006 10:29

[mood|
hungry]
[music|The Seatbelts--Rain ]

"Spider-man, Spider-man!
Does whatever a spider can.
Spins a web any size;
Catches thieves just like flies.
Look out! Here comes the Spider-man!

Is he strong? Listen, bud:
He's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead!
Hey there! There goes the Spider-man!

In the chill of the night, at the scene of the crime,
Like a stream of light, he arrives just in time!

Spider-man, Spiderman!
Friendly neighbourhood Spider-man.
Wealth and fame is ignored;
Action is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang-up.
Wherever there's a hang-up
You'll find the Spider-maaaan!"

Swear to God, I was singing that all day. Nobody could hear me, though, because the milk cooler? Yeah, it's a lonely, lonely place.

That's all for today. Except! I learned a very valuable lesson at work: Chickens need to get their acts together, and need to start laying eggs that are just a BIT more durable. That way, when I drop them, they WON'T shatter all over the place, and I won't have to take precious time out of my day to clean up the collective goo of their unborn children when the service clerk doesn't respond to my request for a wet cleanup down Aisle 4.
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