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Next Time Won't You Let Me Sing With a Frog?
The bad news for anyone named Tom or Matt or Tim or Mitt (I mean, really. Did they name him after the catcher's glove?) is that you no longer exist. No vowels, no M, no T. For that matter, George and Gloria and Hilda and Bertha are all gone. If you're reading this and your name does not exist, just stop it, because you're really freaking me out.
The bad news for us all is that there will be no more SEX, not even for those who mumble. You may S, which is a sort of greasy and sinuous activity which I do not recommend you partake in soon after eating. S may result in a rash of swollen red pustules, if you are doing it right. Please do not scratch at, poke, or puncture the pustules, as eventually the next generation will emerge from them in an agonizing and beautiful process which doctors refer to as "devouring the host."
The battles were hard-fought, but M, T, and X are gone. Only K, S, V, and Z survive. If the Ramones had ever existed, they might have written an alphabet song which went like this:
"K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!"
Then Phil Spector would have added a cello track and used the master tapes for target practice.
Here's a bit of nostalgia from years past, when all the letters were alive and the guy from the Crash Test Dummies was writing a song about them:
NOW THE MAIN EVENT(S)! VOTING IS NOW CLOSED
[Poll #1064196]
Results Wednesday.
The bad news for us all is that there will be no more SEX, not even for those who mumble. You may S, which is a sort of greasy and sinuous activity which I do not recommend you partake in soon after eating. S may result in a rash of swollen red pustules, if you are doing it right. Please do not scratch at, poke, or puncture the pustules, as eventually the next generation will emerge from them in an agonizing and beautiful process which doctors refer to as "devouring the host."
The battles were hard-fought, but M, T, and X are gone. Only K, S, V, and Z survive. If the Ramones had ever existed, they might have written an alphabet song which went like this:
"K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!/K! S! V, Z!"
Then Phil Spector would have added a cello track and used the master tapes for target practice.
Here's a bit of nostalgia from years past, when all the letters were alive and the guy from the Crash Test Dummies was writing a song about them:
NOW THE MAIN EVENT(S)! VOTING IS NOW CLOSED
[Poll #1064196]
Results Wednesday.
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Hee hee.
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I'm so lazy.
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SVK, architectural latin for SUCK!
Re: SVK, architectural latin for SUCK!
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This guy calls the fire station and says "Help! Help! My house is on fire!" and The Fireman says, "It's okay! Calm down! We can help you...just tell us how to get there..." The guys says, "Don't you guys still have that big red truck?"
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Man, that's a big relief. Teachers everywhere thank you.
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Sadly, since M bit the dust, I've found it difficult to care. *sniff* I'm rooting for S, though, because I'll still have somewhat of a name when the battle's over. (No matter WHAT Celia wants.)
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Which is rather poetic for a death match.
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