Sunday, July 05, 2009

Brain Dump

Full steam ahead of the game plan of attack of the 50-foot woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle repair shop till you drop dead in the water under the bridge when we come to it rains, it pours. Slicker than a wet weasel on a linoleum floor plan 9 from outer space race to the bottom of my heart of stone face the music to my ears, nose and throat. Neither here nor there are ears in the corn field mouse pad of paper tiger, tiger burning bright and early to rise and shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun spots before my eyes. Take the money and run it up the flagpole and see who salutes it takes one to know one is the lonliest number nine, number nine, number nine. Eh? Eh??

(I think this is quite coherent compared to Sarah Palin's resignation speech, don't you?)

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