I got in trouble for squeezing a juice box on Gramma Pearl’s couch
You know you want me, baby.
I often wonder if Lichtenstein has a monster.
I’m sweaty from choking a puppet.
Listen closely and you’ll hear me humming hum diddy hee hee hua hua
I just hung one out coming down the ladder.
Whenever someone says something that’s clearly untrue, I chant “LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!”
When someone tells me how my day is going:
I find that Curly Joe DeRita lacks subtlety.
I always know exactly how much Keeffe there is.
I learned almost too late that man is a feeling creature.
My fridge is fitted with a William Conrad alert
It’s getting hard to sleep at night and I’m tasting metal.
I’ve been hoping that I meet a Ted Nelson so I could sing his theme song.
I’m a big fan of the Cat Suite from Carousel.
Oh, and I fly like a moron.
(And I’ve got the shirt to prove it!)
I can’t decide between wing-ed potatoes and potatoes with big ears
I don’t care