oddler
took the door
o double d to the l e r

When oddler once worked in Beijing
He witnessed a strange happening
Like a thunderbolt flew
in a red little shoe
the fifth daugther of Deng Xiaoping!

To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies

I was five and he was six,
We rode on horses made of sticks,
He wore black and I wore white,
He would always win the fight.

Bang Bang, he shot me down,
Bang Bang, I hit the ground,
Bang Bang, that awful sound,
Bang Bang, my baby shot me down.

We're going to the chapel?
And we're gonna get married?
Gee, you really love me?
And we're gonna get married?
Going to the chapel of love?

We walk along this road, right? We're going to a great place full of things that we like and when we get there, we're going to smile. Big, fat smiling.

Where are we going?

No! A sleeti maybe.

Or the tears of a yeti.

It might be sleet. :grr:

I'd like to point out that wtfbird has elongated snow formations falling around s/him.

Oh Ronald. Dear fructiferous cowherd scapegrace knaggy Ronald. What will I ever do about you?