Sometimes my brain skips on one phrase or word, over and over again it repeats the same thing. I can be anything, a song lyric, a movie line, something I said incorrectly, whatever. Today it’s
I don’t know why. I need it cleaned. My head. (Not my butt). Even worse was I said it in rhythm with the wheels of my bike this morning. I must have said it a thousand times, who knows.
. What is this damn thing? Does anyone else have this problem? (Not with your butt, but your brain).
(I blame Tracy Morgan and TobyJoe).
Whistle the “I Dream of Jeannie” theme. That’ll knock anything out of your noggin.
I works for me because I then think of Barbara Eden. mmmmmmm…..Barbara Eden.
you know… i’ve seen a few people post that phrase. where the fuck is it from?
A prank phone call. It’s super funny. Toby has it. Turns out it’s Tracy Morgan (from SNL) and it was created for Crank Yankers (a show for Comedy Central).
i am glad you asked, cuz I was wondering if folks would have any idea.
If toby weren’t so busy I’d ask him to post it here. You should ask him for it Jon.
I am just assuming you meant, badunkabutt.
The road to hell is paved with chocolate treats,
and candy corn is sown at the side of the streets.
Every morsel promises to make you satisfied,
but every wrapper carries another lie.
The road to hell winds through a gingerbread town.
It looks real good, tastes real good,
but truth be told, it leads straight down.
And every ounce tells, when every pound kills,
and every loose tooth betrays another wrong move,
in the diet of denial.
Denial. “Diptheria” – Nation of Ulysses
ack!!! that was supposed to be a silly song lyric post!! wrong window!!
I’m Brian Fellows!
MEGAMI’S LOOKIN AT ME!