With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
To the tune of the A-Team
Mr. T and three guys Mr. T and three other guys Mr. T and three guys The old guy, the crazy, and the suave one. (and repeat until your friends hat you)
This has been a message from that one guy, you know, the one with the hair... who says things...
It didn't work at first. I had some other tune in my head and this one wouldn't come to me. So I forgot about it. Or so I thought. Unbeknownst to me, some part of my brain kept working on the puzzle. Sometime this afternoon I gradually realized I was quietly humming the tune. And supplying your lyrics. Now it's stuck. And now I hat you too.
5 comments:
Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhhh........
I think your friends hat you, honey. ;)
I do, I hat him.
Like a fadora or more of a cap... And three guys.
It didn't work at first. I had some other tune in my head and this one wouldn't come to me. So I forgot about it. Or so I thought. Unbeknownst to me, some part of my brain kept working on the puzzle. Sometime this afternoon I gradually realized I was quietly humming the tune. And supplying your lyrics. Now it's stuck. And now I hat you too.
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