Excuse me while I kiss this guy:
The refrain of the song that plays in aerobics is, I'm guessing, supposed to be saying "That's right, that's right. Move your body" but instead sounds like it's saying "Basmati! Basmati! Move your body!"
The guy on the sidewalk who is hawking for the gold store is constantly, to my ears, saying "Coincide! Check it out!"
And have you heard that Maroon 5 song, So This Is Goodbye? Me neither. But I did hear that fabulous track, Solipsistic Guy!
How Now Brown, ur Chicken?
I've been buying brown eggs recently because they're the only ones in the grocery store that aren't sold in styrofoam containers. The only drawback is that I hard boil them, and there's something about the brown shells that makes them kind of, well, rubbery. It's disconcerting to crack your egg and have it bounce back up at you.
Haiku For-u
Yesterday I wrote a poem that I felt represented my romantic experience lately:
Online dating guy
Was I more fun when I was
Imaginary?
In response, my friend Christina, who has the plague, created a poem that she felt represented her experience lately:
I think it's swine flu
Sniffling, coughing, achy, plus
I'm sneezing bacon
Speaking of sneezing...
Did you see that the weather on Sunday is Partly Cloudy with a chance of Widespread Flu?


3 comments:
I think the Iranian politician is named "Ralph's son Johnny."
Kind of like Round John Virgin?
Exactly - Ralph's son Johnny who is fat and a virgin.
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