When the moon begins to drop
and turn a pretty pink,
I'll call my Uncle Shanahan
and drown him in the sink.
He'll prob'ly start to yell at me
for making him quite dead,
So I will tie him to a chair
and hit him in the head.
Ridiculous and lame, I know. But good for breaking things up a little.
2 comments:
Does it make me a bit demented to say that this made me, kind of, happy? ;)
Well, if it making you kind of happy makes you demented, what does it make me?? As such, I'll allow it. =)
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