Ben stormed off to his room, angry at Steve and I.
Soon we heard singing. It was a looong and loose song and by the
time I managed to get pen and paper to hand it was already slipping
away, but part of it went a little something like this, sing along once
you get the idea:
Bullets and bombs...they are a bad thing.
Guns and shooting...they are a bad thiiiing.
Bombs and bullets...they are a bad thiiing... (repeat for a while, with other "bad things" that you really, really love)
Somebody faaarted, and it was baaad.
It was Saturday niiiight
oh yeah
Or maybe noooot.
And I need to go to the baaaathroom
So so long for now...
(and he dashes into the bathroom, closes the door and sings unintelligibly for a bit.)
I'm pretty sure that was a Dead Kennedy's song.
In other news, inspired by a fellow Pastafarian, I've made Steve and I Flying Spaghetti Monster pins for our 12th anniversary.
I feel so Blessed by His Noodly Appendage to have the mad skillz needed to produce this work of Sacred Art.
Ramen.
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2 comments:
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I DID think of you on Sunday....and that should be good enough. :)
I must have a Spaghetti Monster pin!!!!!
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