Saturday, September 29, 2007

If there's a way to my heart it's through my head, cause my stomach won't get fooled again

I'm really starting to show my age, and I'm worried about it, so I go to my doctor. "Doctor," I says, "I'm worried that I look way too old for my age. Is there something, maybe, you can do about all these lines on my face?" And he says, all concerned like, "But- those aren't wrinkles... it almost looks like the imprint of a brick wall..." And I says, "well, yeah, that's exactly what is it." And he's like "Well for starters, stop banging your head against the wall." And I’m all, "I wasn't! I was just talking to it! It hit me!" And the doctor says "Maybe you should see a specialist." And I think he's right.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

The internet has a word for everything