TOMORROW IS
FRIDAY THE 13th
AND WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
OK, here's the plan
The dreaded day officially starts when
the big and little hand on the
big scary clock in the front hallway
both hit the 12
(just after Letterman goes off)
and that thing starts bonging
out the late night bong of DEATH!
At that point, I can't help you and it's
every PolyBear for himself.
If you are not well hidden at that point
you are cold oatmeal.
Comprende?
Here is
where I will be and
This will be the condition of the world for 24 hours.
Good Luck pilgrims. You'll need it.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
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