At work things blow up
no they don't
I have no job
and things blow sideways
uʍop ǝpısdn sǝɯıʇǝɯos puɐ
Nothing is nailed down except
the required scratching post.
NEW
TYH
OHR
Measle gamblers, weasel hamburgers.
Clouds don't hold much weight.
Wait for an airplane.
Plain as day.
Trusty I musty - for I have not wings.
But feet. Feets of feat a foot of foot to measure worth in length of walk.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
At work things blow up
no they don't
I have no job
and things blow sideways
uʍop ǝpısdn sǝɯıʇǝɯos puɐ
Nothing is nailed down except
the required scratching post.
NEW
TYH
OHR
Measle gamblers, weasel hamburgers.
Clouds don't hold much weight.
Wait for an airplane.
Plain as day.
Trusty I musty - for I have not wings.
But feet. Feets of feat a foot of foot to measure worth in length of walk.
I do like the ridiculousness of it, though.
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