(To the tune of The Lion Sleeps Tonight)
In the griddy, the mighty griddy
The right foot creeps tonight
With the heater, walk with the heater
The right foot creeps tonight
Today, someone told me that I laughed like an 80 year old. "There was wisdom behind that laugh."
There ain't wisdom in this brain. Dementia, perhaps...
Inspiration comes from the strangest places. You do not question the source with doubts. You run with it far and well.
Like why my rumbling tum decided to squeal two notes that sounded cool together, so now I have this cool song idea for solving a mystery on a space station
Western style duel:
"I always hit the head..."
"You won't hit mine!"
Draw. Irons fly from the hip to throw brass. The second man tries to lean back to dodge the bullets aimed at his 'head.' Unfortunately, it aims south, and it strikes the other kind of "head."
Microwaveable meals are like the 5 more whoppers meme. Like, "give me 5 minutes and then 5 more minutes." Why not just order 10 whoppers instead of 5 and 5 more, you needy brat?