I pooped a boot.
posted by Cindy Scroggins in announcements, poop | * | 22 comments
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The only thing that woulda made that better was an ‘eh’.
Like “boot eh”.
It would have been better if it had happened on Friday. Canada Day.
Congratulations.
Thank you. I admit to being proud.
You should be. I’m going to riot.
F*#k people who don’t riot.
Cindy, please write and perform a song titled “I Pooped a Boot.”
Sheila, Cindy is doing an acrostic but says she will do the song right away.
Okay, here’s the Blues version:
Woke up this mornin’ Sun in my eyes Headed to the bathroom And to my surprise
I pooped a boot I pooped a boot I pooped a boot I pooped a boot
Now, I ain’t from Canada Ain’t from Paris, France But I got me some talent This here asshole can dance
I pooped a boot I pooped a boot B-b-b-b-b-boot B-b-b-b-b-boot I pooped a boot I pooped a boot
Can you hear it?
You know, I can. I really can. Bravo!
B-b-b-b-b-boot
Owh!
Bah-DA-da-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP
Eyes filled with tears.
Yes, Sheila. I was making just those sounds.
We should all have Blues names. The formula is a handicap + a fruit + a US President’s last name.
I think I’ll be Deaf Melon Bush.
Twitchy Kumquat Kennedy.
We could do a duet.
Goosey Grapefruit Harding.
Warren Gamaliel Durian.
[Gamaliel] is the handicap.
Incontinent Guava Buchanan.
Hammertoe Kiwi Arthur.
Fistula Banana Adams
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The only thing that woulda made that better was an ‘eh’.
Like “boot eh”.
It would have been better if it had happened on Friday. Canada Day.
Congratulations.
Thank you. I admit to being proud.
You should be. I’m going to riot.
F*#k people who don’t riot.
Cindy, please write and perform a song titled “I Pooped a Boot.”
Sheila, Cindy is doing an acrostic but says she will do the song right away.
Okay, here’s the Blues version:
Woke up this mornin’
Sun in my eyes
Headed to the bathroom
And to my surprise
I pooped a boot
I pooped a boot
I pooped a boot
I pooped a boot
Now, I ain’t from Canada
Ain’t from Paris, France
But I got me some talent
This here asshole can dance
I pooped a boot
I pooped a boot
B-b-b-b-b-boot
B-b-b-b-b-boot
I pooped a boot
I pooped a boot
Can you hear it?
You know, I can. I really can. Bravo!
B-b-b-b-b-boot
Owh!
Bah-DA-da-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP
Bah-DA-da-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP
Eyes filled with tears.
Yes, Sheila. I was making just those sounds.
We should all have Blues names. The formula is a handicap + a fruit + a US President’s last name.
I think I’ll be Deaf Melon Bush.
Twitchy Kumquat Kennedy.
We could do a duet.
Goosey Grapefruit Harding.
Warren Gamaliel Durian.
[Gamaliel] is the handicap.
Incontinent Guava Buchanan.
Hammertoe Kiwi Arthur.
Fistula Banana Adams