These days you can find a pack of answers as fast as you can say "that's a pack of lies!" Of course they will be in a case labeled TRUTH so you'll have to register and wear a mask...you know...in case anyone asks any stupid questions...
Hi-5 if you ever had a paper route or collected pop bottles for the deposit riches! And hey, hi-5 if you know who Mighty Manfred the Wonder Dog is or had a bicycle with a banana seat or flew a home made box-kite! Heck if you ever made a tool to get a nut out of a plexi-glas box you'll have to wait behind ravens for accolades but nuts to you anyhow! To see is to eat. To listen is to feel. To feel is to transcend hunger. Making tools is just a little thing you do when you're bored with transparent roadblocks...
After an earthquake strikes while Robin Kane is at school, her science teacher, Mr. Smith, tells the class how earthquakes can disrupt the depth of the ocean and cause elusive and mysterious sea creatures to appear. School is let out early and Robin, her brother Kevin, her best friend Mindy, and Mindy's brother Mike all head to the beach. There they run into...
After an earthquake strikes while Robin Kane is at school, her science teacher, Mr. Smith, tells the class how earthquakes can disrupt the depth of the ocean and cause elusive and mysterious sea creatures to appear. School is let out early and Robin, her brother Kevin, her best friend Mindy, and Mindy's brother Mike all head to the beach. There they run into...
Ok I've boiled it down to this and I'm going to take a moment to expound...ok, state briefly, then I have to go back to work making plywood from shattered trees and chips of stuff and things.
Hi-five for the five ply baby! Oh but how I digress. Gonna have to get that looked at some sunny day... but I digress...
The first person to step up to the podium and declare candidacy for the Presiduncy of These Here Newnited Stakes of Deception dressed in a turnip costume I'm voting for. Take that politicos, idealogues and me meme me enthusiasts!
...me and 'ol Larry headed out to the bridge down off the horse trail under a ridge There's where I spent all my .22 lead beer cans bobbing in the burbling dread.
Larry had sharp blue eyes and a grindstone schnozz wore a mystics stache like the Wizard Of Oz. A mac 8 minigun strapped high on his thigh made it himself in the sweet bye and bye scattered hot lead in any direction he chose said he don't need accuracy with a slick water hose
I knew those cans didn't stand half a chance Like treading deep water in lead lined pants shooting the rapids and rapidly shot Makings of the gettin' where the gettin'gets got.
One head light, one heart heavy Keepin' 'tween the lines in my '84 Chevy Got a steady crackle on the AM dial Got an open beer and half a smile
Binoculars sittin' on the vinyl dash To scan the horizon for an alien crash Hitchiker trussed up in the trunk and a leather jock wrapped around my junk
.44 mag in the old glovebox and ether soakin' in an old white sock Ol' hound dog head out the window Rest of the dog I ain't goin' into
