Aug 30, 2004 11:32
Lucy... you've got some splainin' to do...
I bought some bisquick. Bisquick? Yeah... fuckin' bisquick!
Makin' coffee.
Smothering my lips with chapstick.
Ended up with a revolver and a Brazilian accent.
Pardon me. Do you have any cheesewhiz for those biscuits I'm makin'? It's fitting. Crappy biscuits and "God knows what" propelled orange creme. More like cream...
And I'm cold.
"Wait, they don't love you like I love you."
Tell me everything. I need a mentor.
I DON'T REALLY CARE IF YOU'RE A REPUBLICAN, just don't expect too much in the way of conversation.
And all those houses... they're humbling... aren't they?
And you keep pinchin' my nipples.
And you keep terrorizing my medicated mind.
And I know there's a word for it... God, where's my dictionary?
I met a squirrel. Those little fuckers are always storing all their nuts for the winter. Then they don't come out until spring. They leave you waiting, looking for the hole they've climbed into, but they're very good at the art of camouflage.
The biggest raindrops are always the wettest.
Who picked that out?
And the Venus is the first to collide the Earth.
And the pigs need their toys, it's English law... 10 hours a day with the option of fresh air and AT LEAST A BALL OR SOMETHING...
Who bit YOUR leg?
Who sealed YOUR wound?
And I almost stole your shopping cart.
Give me a pull off that.
See ya' next spring, baby.