My Lessons in Hamburglarese are paying off...in hamburgers!
A Dirty Poem, in Hamburglarese:
NSFW
Robble Robble Robble
Robble
The End
Yeah, I went blue, but it's okay, because I'm so classy.
Where angry eyes peer out from dilapidated buildings...with love.
A Dirty Poem, in Hamburglarese:
...not that I have any readers to throw over to her, but I thought I'd mention my wife, Jojo, has a blog up at Total Baloney. There's not enough posts about actual baloney, if you ask me (but that's just me), but it's pretty dang funny. As on AFCOB, she puts a lot more thought into much better posts than I do. Ah, some things never change. READ IT or DIE!
I don't know exactly what 'broasted' is. Don't tell me...I like a good food mystery.
I wish my job was to decide whether or not a movie had too much comic mischief to be rated G or not. That and to taste delicious candy.
I think Sherbet doesn't get enough credit for doing what it does so well. In these days of many frozen treats, take some time to thank Sherbet, with your tongue, some day. Especially in this economy.
Ah, Wikipedia, you never fail to entertain me. I was looking up "Cheap Seats" on Wikipedia (don't ask), and ended up on the page dedicated to the SNL/Lonely Island video "Jizz in My Pants". Here is the Wikipedia summery of the plot of the song:
A commercial for Monster Jam just told me that monster truck drivers are my heroes. That's good to know, because previously, I wouldn't have guessed that. But it's good to know that my heroes could probably drive over your heroes with gigantic wheels.
Something that is spoken in movies and television quite a bit, but I've never heard in real life is, "Look out, it's a trap!"...one of these days, I'd love to try to keep someone out of walking into a trap.