Sitars became illegal with passage of the "George Harrison Instrumentation Prevention Act" of 1975. Your friend had better be careful who knows about his "weapon of mass annoyance."
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
8 comments:
That's just crazy...
Everyone knows you don't keep your sitar under the eaves...
Wow. I've come up with some half-assed excuses, but that takes the cake.
it was out in the barn...
how is it that neither of you two, of all people, failed to quip at the preceeding "april fool's" post? it boggles the mind.
Point taken, snarky comment added.
Oh fine...
Also added...
And you really don't keep a sitar in the barn.
Everyone knows that...
Sitars became illegal with passage of the "George Harrison Instrumentation Prevention Act" of 1975. Your friend had better be careful who knows about his "weapon of mass annoyance."
I find myself saying that all the time.
Yeah, I've had that... lotion helps.
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