Saturday, September 15, 2007
Ratwurst
I never thought I'd get so excited over a new garbage can, but our town-delivered anti-rat trash receptacles are awesome. I'd like to decorate them to taunt the vermin-photos of cheese, big smiling cat faces, pictures of innocent babies with chubby pink limbs chained helplessly to cribs while they thumb their noses. Stuff like that.
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Oddly, hot black coffee doesn't burn as bad as you'd think when ejected nasally. Thanks.
Rats don't bite babies *Republicans* bite babies.
I hear the squirrels have a cousin who knows this guy who dates the sister of one of the best rodent graffiti artists on the East Coast. The work is incredible since they use nail polish brushes.
--Taupey
Si si si ladee, what marsuipal boy say is true. Our boy he tag your can real nice, special for you, you know? Maybe though you leave out them peanuts, and we talk?
--The Squirrels
And by "tag your can" no inference to spanking, caning or ass slapping generally should be inferred. This is a family blog.
--The Managerment
Damn...wait a minute! I'M the management! Spanking, yes! Ass slapping, YES! YES! Caning, well, no, not for me, maybe for the rats. Rat cricket. Rat croquet.We did it with a wiffle ball rat. (Yeah, we knows, the Beasties are in their forties.)
Oh word?
Yo what the parsley, parsley to the teeth
I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style thief
I may be paranoid you tried to fade me
Here's a song for you "Lady"
Make you bug out like you don't know what to do
Your momma says "shame on you"
When you're dancing with your crew
--To the 5 Boroughs
(How can you not love rappers using the word "schnitzel?")
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