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.
3 Comments:
Most excellent. Yes indeedy. I particularly liked the line about making cripples of people with eyes poked out by her nipples...
maybe they then went for a tipple?
I can't, for the life of me, imagine why somebody would want a song to be written about her mother... and I can't think of anything that rhymes with "nipple".
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