In honor of National Poetry Day tomorrow, October 4th, a mash up.
And now, said mash up.
“This Old Silly Love Song Heart Of Mine” by PAUL MCCARTNEY & WINGS Vs. THE ISLEY BROTHERS
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That’s Not Funny
The next time you laugh, pretend that you are wiping away tears of sorrow. And that, my friend, is the fine line.
Bobby Kabobby, AKA Roberta Kabobby, was convinced she would spend the rest of her days miserable and alone. For starters, being born a girl to a family that wanted a boy was a serious kick to the head, secondly, she was further cursed because her laughter sounded like crying.
This made her the most misunderstood person, which in turn, made her loneliness that much more profound. She was banned from every comedy club in North America. If funerals weren’t typically so somber, she could have found a lucrative ‘gig’.
Doggone It
Trusting a puppy this cute may be the gateway to a slow descent to hell filled with heroin and shitty friends. Then again, not.
The small dog, named Butter, yipped ceaselessly for twenty long agonizing minutes. If anyone had bothered to learn Morse code, they would have heard, “SOS, my owner has fallen into a hole. SOS, my owner needs help. SOS, I am very hungry,” over and over again.
Disheartened by the stupidity of the humans, Butter found a laptop computer. It tried to type a message, but its paws were as subtle as hammers on crackers. To make it more incomprehensible, it did not understand the backspace key, and spelling was definitely its kryptonite. The message looked more like the track listing to a Sigur Rós album. Turning inner words into outward words was much harder than Butter imagined it would be. This must be how a classic Latin speaking man in a world of crazy slang English feels.
Lie Like No One’s Watching
Red Lobster®, the Pauly Shore of fine dining, is surprisingly the fifth most popular place to make a wedding proposal.
Stella Odawella’s squinted her eyes with great scrutiny, which made her sturdy mustache wiggle as she asked him again, “Did you sleep with her?”
Barry DeHatchett snorted, and looked around the Red Lobster®. He was pleasantly shocked to see that, indeed, he had slept with her, as well as every woman in here. He casually took a sip of water as he ran through a list of lies. His shaking hands betrayed him.
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