Random Thoughts of a Man Gone Rye and Mustard
I have been reminded of how horribly wonderful I can be sometimes.
But, I'll always be reminded of how wonderul I am at being horrible.
Bells seem to ring in one tone for me, but they ring in the one note I like,
The one that sounds like I won something,
So, when I hear the jingle bells of a fallen Santa,
I've suddenly become a winner.
Eggs. Good for you, bad for me.
Egg Beaters. Good for you, good for me.
The Mona Lisa was supposidly smiling because of a mathamatical oddity that DaVinci was aware of that had systematically proved that Jesus had severe athlete's foot all of the time. (However, during those times, they called it, "big foot".) So, with that said, Big Foot exists. Or, does he? Print doesn't lie. Hence, this all must be true. I read about it from some article that reviewed some book...oh...I don't remember what it was called. I think it's something like "Donatello's Digits"....
Steak. Good for you, bad for me.
Bistek. Bad for you, bad for me.
Moist fried chicken from Bill Millers. Good for me. None for you.
I'd like to be in love with a Bill Miller's girl. And if she knew how to pour tea well...
Sakura Taisen is usually translated as Sakura Wars, instead of Cherry Blossom Battles. Why...?
The change in my bear jar is mostly empty. But, within month's time, I'll get me an ice cream cake.
I think I'll get one of those today.
I'm deaf-it-na-lee not horrible at being wonderful.
The KKK spelled backwards is racecar.
You can count how many years have passed by when waking from a coma by counting the lines and patterns on your hands.
If I was entered in the Battle Royale, I'd try to be a peacekeeper. And probably die from being too nice and trusting. But, then again, if I'm entered with a bunch of nobody slackjawed strangers, I'd be nice at first, but the moment someonce chunks their flashlight or GPS at me, it's over. I have an axe with your name on it.
Hot green tea is a bit bitter, but, better, even by bananananas.
Have you ever heard any say, "Happy Birthday to me!? No, no. Happy Birthday to YOU!", then, shoot the finger or, perhaps, bust a cap...?
Neither have I.
But, I'll always be reminded of how wonderul I am at being horrible.
Bells seem to ring in one tone for me, but they ring in the one note I like,
The one that sounds like I won something,
So, when I hear the jingle bells of a fallen Santa,
I've suddenly become a winner.
Eggs. Good for you, bad for me.
Egg Beaters. Good for you, good for me.
The Mona Lisa was supposidly smiling because of a mathamatical oddity that DaVinci was aware of that had systematically proved that Jesus had severe athlete's foot all of the time. (However, during those times, they called it, "big foot".) So, with that said, Big Foot exists. Or, does he? Print doesn't lie. Hence, this all must be true. I read about it from some article that reviewed some book...oh...I don't remember what it was called. I think it's something like "Donatello's Digits"....
Steak. Good for you, bad for me.
Bistek. Bad for you, bad for me.
Moist fried chicken from Bill Millers. Good for me. None for you.
I'd like to be in love with a Bill Miller's girl. And if she knew how to pour tea well...
Sakura Taisen is usually translated as Sakura Wars, instead of Cherry Blossom Battles. Why...?
The change in my bear jar is mostly empty. But, within month's time, I'll get me an ice cream cake.
I think I'll get one of those today.
I'm deaf-it-na-lee not horrible at being wonderful.
The KKK spelled backwards is racecar.
You can count how many years have passed by when waking from a coma by counting the lines and patterns on your hands.
If I was entered in the Battle Royale, I'd try to be a peacekeeper. And probably die from being too nice and trusting. But, then again, if I'm entered with a bunch of nobody slackjawed strangers, I'd be nice at first, but the moment someonce chunks their flashlight or GPS at me, it's over. I have an axe with your name on it.
Hot green tea is a bit bitter, but, better, even by bananananas.
Have you ever heard any say, "Happy Birthday to me!? No, no. Happy Birthday to YOU!", then, shoot the finger or, perhaps, bust a cap...?
Neither have I.