In the form of a repeating stanza from The Crystals’ song “Then He Kissed Me.”
Original version:
And when he walked me home that night
all the stars were shining bright
and then he kissed me.
Improved lyrics:
If you feel bereft of hope
light a bong and smoke the pope
and then he kissed me.
If you want to touch the smoke
you must be prepared to choke
and then he kissed me.
If you try to rock the boat
you will smell of creosote
and then he kissed me.
Draw your own bloody conclusions.
This is post #650, BTW.
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2 comments:
Dude...where do you get these things!!!
You burn out! :)
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