i believe in beavers. and bull dogs. and cockerspaniels. i believe in tom lichtenheld and jessica foster and bill dow daniels. i believe in peter k. and mr. may and bow ties galore. i believe in david estoye but ayana a bit more. i believe in irish music sung in ireland but not brought to these shores like all the hoboken saint paddy day rascals falling drunken on the floors while a man stomps his foot on a board upstairs from helter skelter trying desperate to get warm when all there is is fog and potators but i don't rhyme not all the time and while imight be back its just for a snack. a comment snack not an every day full force throttle to the bottle dramble to the ramble jessica getting wed, jon going to ddbed. gotta take what you can get if its in a porcshce of a piece of hyatt or a dramble of ramble of by gone mckan and eric's son ryan bobble head brinkman with the drink drunk drool of a eat a dick joel fool. yabadabadoozle. no fun for the bamboozle. pray for the flinstones. they got no bedrock like i love hard rock. dow jones is up. burk has heart. boo yah.
and stop being so concerned with color and creed. there are far too many people in need. boo ya. rattle rattle hymm. gotta run to the room with the flute and the toot with a hip hop ovary to the gym. gotta love a man who can swim. gotta love a woman who can shim-shimmy-shim. gotta take a break and bake a cake. chocolate that is. swimming pools. movie stars and dandy little hershey kiss candy bars.
17 score and 12 years ago TU was just an apple in it's creator's eye. an eye for art and wonderful things. an eye for zanzibar and hot lava springs. oh the joy of life! oh, the joy of TU!
Keep it going! Keep it flowing! Keep it moving on! From 0 to 100 in no time! Flow time! Get a cup of joe time! No time for work! All time for play! Hip hip hooray! Shizzle, Peter is walking my way. Piece out, Louis Loves Paris and Loves U2.
now i don't mean to be startin' no bizness, but you sir dan are one sexy mofo. how'd a simple fro like david e get a hot brotha like you on and on? it's like lightnin' flashed from heaven above and struck david in the eye of love. now i know. yes-sir-e, i know david got his girl and you got yours, but you mean to tell me not once did either of use think that the name of this blog means more than tic tac toe doodle. rip rap ro ruddle. gotta get a dog. gotta get a poodle. rip rack paddywack give dick a bone! yes-sir-e. gotta love it. gotta love it. peace out. respekt yall. no disrespect. all respect from the tip of the toe to the top of the tip. to the drip to the drop to the pip to the plop. the the girls and the boys to the lands and the seas to the birds and the cute little bumble bumble bees that watch out paddy wack don't sting jessica's crack. dip do me and you watch tom say it's OK to fill in da blank. fill da blank in. blanket boy.
top o' the morning to yall. just woke up with a box of lucky charms. and no ryhmes eitha. mister donnely sure had an effect on me. oh boy oh boy. but back to bidness. wus up with bry bry?
free box of luck charms AND a midnight serenade by daniel d. donnely goes out to the lucky owner of the 100th comment on this here page-a-riffic! woot! woot! gotta love it.
i believe in beavers. and bull dogs. and cockerspaniels. i believe in tom lichtenheld and jessica foster and bill dow daniels. i believe in peter k. and mr. may and bow ties galore. i believe in david estoye but ayana a bit more. i believe in irish music sung in ireland but not brought to these shores like all the hoboken saint paddy day rascals falling drunken on the floors while a man stomps his foot on a board upstairs from helter skelter trying desperate to get warm when all there is is fog and potators but i don't rhyme not all the time and while imight be back its just for a snack. a comment snack not an every day full force throttle to the bottle dramble to the ramble jessica getting wed, jon going to ddbed. gotta take what you can get if its in a porcshce of a piece of hyatt or a dramble of ramble of by gone mckan and eric's son ryan bobble head brinkman with the drink drunk drool of a eat a dick joel fool. yabadabadoozle. no fun for the bamboozle. pray for the flinstones. they got no bedrock like i love hard rock. dow jones is up. burk has heart. boo yah.
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ReplyDeleteKeep it going! Keep it flowing! Keep it moving on! From 0 to 100 in no time! Flow time! Get a cup of joe time! No time for work! All time for play! Hip hip hooray! Shizzle, Peter is walking my way. Piece out, Louis Loves Paris and Loves U2.
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ReplyDeletetop o' the morning to yall. just woke up with a box of lucky charms. and no ryhmes eitha. mister donnely sure had an effect on me. oh boy oh boy. but back to bidness. wus up with bry bry?
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