Now that my gag reflux has had its full morning exercise and practice I will tell you this: when I die, no matter how beneficial and loved I was to the world , due to my overwhelming charm or some great invention I have yet to come up with, no matter how many paparazzi photos of me make it to the front cover of trashy magazines , I beg of you please PLEASE whatever you do, do NOT let them make a sculpture of me out of BUTTER! If you do I will haunt you all the rest of your days (and I don't mean the sweet Innocent kind of haunting like rocking in an empty chair, I mean the creepy kind. I will sing "Heal the world" in your ear as your eating dinner, and dance the whole musical Annie while your trying to sleep)! I do understand that the words "County Fair" give you a little leeway to lean towards the "white trash" side of the world, but COME ON, BUTTER?!?!
That's all
Gag
Double gag
Oh wow
Gag
3 comments:
WHAT THE, that is the first thing I planned to do with you!;) You are so funny.
I just read through your last several posts and you make me laugh so hard! I hereby promise to never suggest constructing a sculpture of Amy Ernstrom out of butter. :)
hahah! Your posts are hilarious!!! What seriously posses people to sculpt things out of butter! At least go for a statue or something worth all that time.
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