I have a song my high school band wrote stuck in my head. I’m not sure if that’s narcissism or just stupid.
"Ten plastic chickens for a rooster. In the shower, curdled milk."
I’ve decided. It’s stupid.
Besides the ingredients to Mountain Dew, those are the only words I remember.
I take it back. We were awesome.
I also wrote a song called “Giant Gorillas Are a Pain.” In it, I name dropped every famous gorilla. Grape Ape is my favorite.
That fucker rode around on a van like it was roller skates.
Think about THAT, America.
But don’t think about it too hard. You don’t want to make the same mistakes I made.