Sep 26, 2005 10:41
My rant about this past weekend in the form of a 1776 song
Keo:
I do believe you've laid a curse on friggin' marching band!
A curse that we now here rehearse in bloody Weymouth
A second flood, a simple famine
Plagues of locusts everywhere
Or a cataclysmic earthquake
I'd accept with some despair
But, no, you sent us John Duff.
Good God, sir, was that fair?
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy
friggin' Weymouth!
John Duff:
Time to yell at the colorguard !
Keo:
Oh good God!
Vanessa:
Kate, Kate, is that you crying your eyes out, Kate?
Keo: Oh V, V I have such a desire to knock heads together.
V: Oh Kate you make much more complicated
Just tell John Duff to understand your problems
Then sign your name, get out of there and
Hurry home to sleep
Our children all are stressing
Little Mark keeps feeling blue
Little Abby has concussions
And I'm coming down with flu
They say we may get west nile
Keo:
Madam, what else is new?
so yeah John is an ass and is now probably given me ulcers cuz i feel sick all the time now. He so far hates everything I have done for his show. so God fucking damn him and his cutting me off before i can explain nature!