Friday, February 23, 2007

Friends, countrymen

What up homeys?

Holy crap. I just looked at the comments on Alex's and our blogs. Jeez. I don't get on my computer for a few days and everyone decides to catch up with each other.

Anyway, I think it's funny some of you still have some of Shelley's poems but it doesn't surprise me. She's really good at making up catchy sayings. But yeah, the songs. There are lots of them. Many, oh so many, are very unflattering songs about me. I think the most recent one is the one about me dancing the Fandango, and other dances while a crowd of people cheer me on. However I won't just start dancing so easily and so I apparently play coy pretending not to know they want me to dance, and then whether or not they want me or someone else to dance. They keep asking me to do different dances until I settle on the Macarena and, inevitably, give the people what they want. Yes, just imagine it.

Sometimes when we are both in the same room and a certain song comes on we'll both start singing it. We are very good at Mr. Big's To Be With You. However the one you really want to catch is our version of Ghetto Superstar where I sing refrain (sung by Mya) and Shelley does the rap part. It is really funny to see Shelley rap. Check our links on the right for a reminder of Ghetto Superstar if you forgot how it goes.

Anyway, I am getting over a bad cold and have no more strength to continue. I have a post about all the fun Alex and I had last weekend started and will put it up this weekend.

See ya soon peeps,

Kaz

P.S.- I want it noted I am a member of the Pudding Club by association. We vicarious Pudding Club members demand t-shirts as well.

3 Comments:

At 5:54 AM, Blogger Alex said...

vicarious members get nothing but shame

 
At 4:56 PM, Blogger Alex said...

To make you feel a bit more included in this net of comments I decided to add one of your poems on here. It's the only one I have of yours. It's entitled:

Pancakes? I should think not!

Why do briefcases eat your family?
I don't like kitten pie, thank you.
For chestnuts shoot heroin on a Lilly

Mutton is not MY god, Cecil.
Lazy, cement don't laugh at me.
Snub nipit, ha ha ha I mangle.

Frozen gerbils
Shimmy shimmy, HEY that's a gang sign.
Shabdangle
The More You Know.........

Fuzznuckle, dish molester.
Try to take these toenails!
Poindexter?

Wherever you go trees are watching.
Microwave my brother?, OK.
Cheese attacks me too.

by BLAH

fingersnaps, fingersnaps

 
At 11:21 PM, Blogger Shelley said...

awe - that's beautiful Kazzy!

 

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