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Keith Snyder everyone's entitled to my opinion
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Father of twins and novelist/filmmaker/musician
People complain about musicals.
Nobody just stops in the street
I say you know the wrong people.
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2005-02-20 1:02 AM Musical wit at 2 AM Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna put you in your swing. And if that swing goes round and round, You'll be looking up at the ground! So go, little baby! Go like a comet! I'll put you in your swing and then you can vomit! My favorite couplets, though, are probably the instructional ones: Hush, little baby, don't make a sound. Waffles are rectangular and pancakes are round. Hush, little baby, don't make a peep. Britney Spears is shallow and Kirkegaard is deep. We've also found it hilarious to substitute the word "burp" for the word "dance" in any popular music, giving rise (pun intended) to such elegances as "I Could Have Burped All Night" and "Get up offa that thing. Burp and you'll feel better." And that's all the news from Fussbudget Central. Where our motto is: Diaper time--break it down! Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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