Wednesday, 30 April 2003

And that's how I lost mine
There's a robot in everyone's garage. Everyone who has a garage owns a robot. Opens the door. I got me a transmitter and there's a way in if I squeeze real hard. There there now. Crying alot won't make a robot better, but the rust'll kill 'em if'n you let it. I got some oil cans like in wizard of oz, but there's no road home. Green horses. The mileage ain't good, but it smells worst ever.
Who likes a cheater when I could melt one?
Dogear those pages and get it back to me. I'm taking notes and you gotta let me in on some of that action. Five to one says the robots'll jump on my car and leave the whole thing pretty messed up. Squeeze real hard and get the boobot to pull up my barn door. Boobot.
I got three car garages that have basketball courts in 'em on my delivery route. I rooted 'em outta box a chex. Corn chex in the morning, wheat chex at night. There's a chex on my pox on my hex on my family. DOGEAR THAT!
Here, we can find her with this:
Who gets that last piece of smoked meatwad at the wake?
The kid who likes to eat meatwads.

Posted by pudbat at 6:48 PM EDT

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