lure and possibly a jig
If you see me, and say in these exact words "would you please do a jig for me by way of invitation and coercion to your party" then i will do one. Wherever, whenever...
Here is my lure... if it works for Strongbad it can work for me!
Come to my house, hotties, hotties, come to my house!
i've got a movie, with llamas, i've got a movie!
maybe you'll get fed, little ones, maybe you'll get fed
i'll provide a bed, if needed, i'll provide a bed
but you have to come to my house, friends, friends, come to my house!!
Some friends respond better to lures... some to jigs. I will catch you all!
5 Comments:
doh! you stole my tune! I was gonna do a wee thing to that in your other post!! Come to ma house boys boys come to ma house.
Sally has caved, she now has a blog. I'm not telling you the address tho cos I got FIRST COMMENT GLORY!!!!! heh. but anyway, chelle, chelle come to sal's blog, chelle chelle come to sal's blog.
So, does this offer have an expiry date? I'll be down in about a month... :)
Okay, lets meet halfway. I'll come. Though maybe half an hour late owing to traffic laws.
My Brain is broken, broken is my brain
i cant understand this witty refrain!
Hey Michelle, thanks for your fantabulous video night/sleepover!
But to tell the truth, I am burdened with guilt, in fact I could barely sleep last night during the time that I was awake.
You see, upon arriving home yesterday and beginning unpacking, I was shoked to see, stuck to the bottom of my bag - yes, I'm sure you've already guessed - a paperclip. It must of got stuck there when my bag was in your house.
Well, when I realised this, I panicked. I went to the airport and tryed to flee the country, but the metal detector detected its metalness and I was arrested for possesion of a dangerous weapon. Or maybe I just put it up on my table. The point is, I thought I could hide the truth, but I couldn't hide from the truth. It gnawed at my conscience, crippling my mind and driving me to the brink of insanity.
I realised that the only way to free my mind of the torment that raged against it like an army of angry squirrels with pointy sticks, was to cast it back into the firey pit from whence it came. I mean, give it back to you and your orange carpet.
And so I shall dispence upon you the summary statement, which is that I owe you a paperclip.
Ummm...I'm not really procrastinating studying, not at all really...I'm just, uh, I think that, well, um...
That is all I have to say.
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