tyler, do you remember what we did with the futon? | futon? isn’t that what you measure the atomic mass of tofu in? | i had no idea tofu was on the periodic table. oh yeah, it’s like number thirty-three or something. |
do you know what today is tyler? oh wow, thanks, i’d almost forgotten. today is the day of the nose. | it’s the day the whole world celebrates your filthy, enormous, wart ridden, nose! excuse me but my nose is dainty and precious. well... it is now. | it’s the day of the nose, the day of the nose, hooray for today as it’s the day of the nose! no dancing on the coffee table, bacon boy. |
i’m doing a tafe course to learn how to pick locks. what? | yeah! it’s kind of fun learning a new skill. well, there goes that plan. | what was that? nothing. |
hey there lebanese blonde. let go blue eyes. you can call me orange sky. would you like to go to the fair? we could see such great heights. | don’t panic but one of these things first, i’m in the waiting line on this winding road to see movie beat. man, is this some new slang you’re speaking? caring is creepy. | i just don’t think i’ll ever get over you. you are the only living boy in new york. |
would you like to give me an australian kiss? am i likely to wear the dolmio grin? no. | get a lump in my throat? nope, not even taste a trap for mieces. ok then. | ooo! a azor bade, at’s new. nifty. |
do you remember when there was love and romance in our lives? ah, halcyon days. | whatever happened? she left me. | what the,. you fucker? escape!! |
do anything interesting today? no, my sweet. | nothing all day? no, my mills and boonian vision of all that is love, nothing. | you’ve been drinking again haven’t you? nothing but drinking, my sweet apple blossom. draino now comes in six packs, bless them. |