Lemon Party
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Go Go Tendrils of Death!
Back and forth and back and forth and where we stop nobody knows. It's rather ironic that we promise change and instead this blog stagnates. It's also ironic that I'm trying to find a knife to cut my steak with and the only clean things in my house are spoons. Such is my life. Either way I'm posting this in the hopes of sky-rocketing this blog back into its number one spot in people's hearts. Bwazhooom! That's the sound of the rocketship taking off.
I'm not exactly sure where it's going, probably somewhere in space. Or your heart. Yeah, that's what I said... we'll go with that. Right then, into your heart it flies. It should hopefully end up there barring certain variables. Like not reading Lemon Party, having a heart made of coal, or wearing a kevlar vest. It's not just a kevlar vest that could stop us, rockets have a surprisingly hard time boring through sheet rock so if you happen to live underground you're probably safe.
In fact I'm sure that if you were wearing thick enough clothes the rocket would have a hard time getting to your heart. So I will propose a solution. Sit inside your house naked with all the doors and windows open. Don't call us, we'll call you.
Bwazhooom!
And remember the guiding light, lest we forget the glory that be Lemon Party.
Because your blog sucks.