Monday, March 30, 2015
I Say: Nits To Your Thwonko
It’s appalling, I know, and I should be locked up.
Problem is, I’m locked up already.
Incarcerate me on the other side of the bars, and technically I’m a free man.
Anyhow, all your Thwonkoes will be de-nitted on Wednesday when this regular Monday blog slot blends a timewarp of two days with a time stamp of seven years for my 7 Year Bloggiversary.
Hopefully, I’ll be here to celebrate in style, but if I should meet with an ill wind, maybe I’ll end up celebrating in Harry Styles.
If he’s walking by my cell when I’m released — and he has that big trap of his open for Onely Directional warbling purposes — then I’m down through his spinal tract via his windpipe and away into Freedoms Yonder like Russell Brand sidling up to Sam Mendes and saying, "I'll be your Bond — only Bonder."