Pure Gold

I have seen the future, and it is funny.

I was introduced to I Wrote This When I Was Drunk (proudly linked for some time to your right) by Diva Working Mum long, long ago. Or as I prefer to think of it, "The Haiku Days".

Recently, Paul of the Violent Farmers asked for words that rhyme with Nipple for use in a new song. Those suggestions were catalogued in the comments, and the result is the sterling "As of Yet Unnamed" to-be-classic that can be read here.

The line that sold me?

They're long not large if you get my gist
Like the index finger on a midget's fist

My insignificant contribution?

Milk dribble.

My mother would be so proud.

Go check out his blog and dive into the archives. There's gold in them thar hills.