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My sainted mother, five minutes ago
Funny
"I feel crappy, yes I do, yes I do,
I feel crappy, yes I do, yes I do,
I feel crappy, yes I do, yes I do,
(pause)
I'm trying to think of a song, and I can't, that's how crappy I feel. I need a crap song."
[I suppose I should offer to get her some tea or something instead of laughing at her and running off to InPassing ... but that's just the kind of vile spawn I am. *shrug*]
I feel crappy, yes I do, yes I do,
I feel crappy, yes I do, yes I do,
(pause)
I'm trying to think of a song, and I can't, that's how crappy I feel. I need a crap song."
[I suppose I should offer to get her some tea or something instead of laughing at her and running off to InPassing ... but that's just the kind of vile spawn I am. *shrug*]