Monday, September 21, 2009

Let's Borrow From Next Month's Salary and Jump Into the Pool

I'll float with you,
I'll gloat with you,
I hope I do not choke with you.

Sail away,
Sail away,
to that island in the sky.
Straight up my soul will fly,
(I've never been this high)
I hope I do not cry ...

Mysterious, mysterious.
Gets down to the best of us.

Them reptiles green ...
EATING MACHINE!

I truly hope that they're not mean ...

"Rob Roy!"
"Rob Roy!"
"Your such a little boy!"

" ... huuuuuuuh?"

"Robert Roy, I want you to get up, put on your tuxedo,  clean the catbox, take out the garbage and wash the dishes before breakfast!"

"Yes, dear ... right away dear ... should I wear a cumberbun?"

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