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."

2 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

I think I need a translation here!

Whirlochre said...

Beats a transfusion.