The endless username
We've run out of salad, and like lyrics for this ballad, run out of those too says: We've run out of salad, and like lyrics for this ballad, run out of those too says: We've run out of salad, and like lyrics for this ballad, run out of those too says: We've run out of salad, and like lyrics for this ballad, run out of those too says:... etc
The salad[edit | edit source]
Choose well-wilted heads of iceberg cabbage, cut with poppy seeds, launch it into a fine mist of balsamic salad dressing, making sure that they drop into the trash can instead of the cheeselectric fan.
The lyrics[edit | edit source]
(Lasagna-like sawtooth waves)
Fraught with distraught,
drippy drops of teardrops,
tingly tangle of triangles,
nay nanny nonsense for real
Yay, like a boss,
watch my boom doom the loom.
it's a dull hull of Balkanian
poppy pig pup purr real.
Oh, do you still lʌve me?
“I expected a high-quality article from this encyclopedia of the highest integrity. Now, I get this? Simply unbelievable. I will be pressing charges by the time the 70th drop falls.”
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