banger dude

I’m cute…Do I have to be cleaver too

You’re Kid’s cute but is her mom full vinyl?

I’m gonna stay up late and watch snooker on TV tonight

I have seen the top of the mountain, and it is good.

Super Snööper your tunes are gonna blind me
But I won’t feel blue
Like I always do
‘Cause spinnin’ on the table’s you

I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Memphis
All I do is eat and sleep and sing
Wishing every show was the next show (wishing every show was the last show)
So imagine I was glad to hear you’re coming (glad to hear you’re coming)
Suddenly I feel all right (and suddenly it’s gonna be)
And it’s gonna be so different when you’re on the turntable tonight

Tonight the super snööper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun (super snööper)
Smiling, having fun (super snööper)
Feeling like a number one

Hell yeah

My 8 year old daughter told me at lunch today that she thinks that Popeye is more like a commercial for spinach than a real cartoon.

She doesn’t really know how commercials work and she told me that her understanding of who Popeye is the impression that Uncle Joey does on the Full House episodes she has been binging. So take her opinion with a grain of salt. Sprinkled on canned spinach if you are swayed by the crass commercialism.

The culmination has hit. Its alright. This one time. Peppermint patty. The cycle begins again.

Snooper, they’re no pooper.
Rock hard like a storm trooper.
If they played hockey there equipment would be made by Cooper.

A Haiku for you

Snooper is Running
Where is my Turntable
I want this Album