okay, i should be writing here
i'm drinking vodka
it's too late for beer
steam shovel apron strings
apricot cosmic rings
sunshine and a dew drop
where were you when you forgot the prize?
I waste my time on twitter and facebook way too much. How about you? I could be writing on here instead and being more productive with my time. I like the freedom of not knowing anybody.
I like to say "could" instead of "should" as much as possible.
My dreams, my beliefs, they started to come through. So close within my grasp I started to do a little dance before I got to the endzone. Fumble me jumble me tumble me down. A dream to a nightmare, just out of reach butt right before my eyes. All I can do is have faith and believe in true love.
Make a wish
I'm wishing so hard
That we were in a movie
And we both starred
I need a gun for shooting the stars.
STAR GUN
"Go ahead, make my wish."
Alright so I was doing an interview with Borak Oboma and Sarahhh Palin' in some unsituated nebula when all of a sudden I got that feeling for a Kit-Kat bar. Well, you know how I bust out in song from time to time and Barry and whatshername happened to know the words and dance routine.
We started out on a clamshell before the beat came in snapping, cracking, all sorts of breaking offa pieces. By the end of the evening there was chocolate everywhere. I don't thing I had one clean finger. We needed milk and I was voting for almond. Because it's joyful.
After a quick game of Uno we got to talking. I'd been drinking watermelon vodkas all century and so no point in stopping, we were positioned behind a blazar after all.
The press had a field day with that one. I divulged my deepest darkest secret to them. I trusted them. If I ever see the Cracker Jack Kid with one eye approaching me I'll push the button.
Butt alas, things turned out wonderfully. The power of spin came in handy that day and we wound up cutting short our 3 left turns due to a detour several billenia back, back, back there. We solved the Mid-West conflict, milkshakes were had. All the Trivial Pursuit pieces were collected and put back in the box. Then we cut it up with a jigsaw, tied the pieces to balloons and buried the lid for History's sake.
