So.
I hear it's some sort of bank holiday-type thingy for a lot of you tomorrow.
I hear it's some sort of bank holiday-type thingy for a lot of you tomorrow.
Here's a little sump-thin that will make your foray into all that tummy-rumbling picnic fare seem boldly justified, and maybe even a little cultural.
A flatulent soprano named Dotty
had a luncheon of beans and biscottiThen, I'm sad to depart,
Her intestines took part
In her duet with poor Pavarotti
Three cheers for your red, white and blue!
[I wish you this because: a) we share a border, and b) I think the world of you all]
[But mostly c) I don't want you pissed off at me - I know how scary patriotic y'all can get. . .]
[I wish you this because: a) we share a border, and b) I think the world of you all]
[But mostly c) I don't want you pissed off at me - I know how scary patriotic y'all can get. . .]