Doggedly searching for the crux of the biscuit.
Park a Chevy on top of her, apostropher.
Don't miss the 45 that started it.
TrackBackI thought of "talk way too much about China, Mitch", but it doesn't scan very well.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 7, 2005 10:13 PMPlay constant Cindy Lauper, apostropher?
Tie her to a gopher?
Wack her with your loafer?
Say, this exercise has brought up a question: Do the last two syllables in "apostropher" rhyme more with "gopher", or "huffer", or something else?
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 7, 2005 10:17 PMLike apostrophe with an r on the end.
uh-PAHS-truh-fer
Posted by: apostropher at June 7, 2005 10:20 PMAlso:
Practice late nights with your oboe, Gobo.
Watch too much Daws(on Creek), Froz.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 7, 2005 10:20 PMBut what if one pronounces "apostrophe" like a-pa's-trophy?
Also (and I promise I'll stop now): become an avid golfer, apostropher.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 7, 2005 10:23 PMWell, how one pronounces it doesn't really matter as much as how I pronounce it.
Posted by: apostropher at June 7, 2005 10:29 PMRight. I just meant that "Like apostrophe with an r on the end" doesn't really tell on enough unless one knows how you pronounce "apostrophe".
(Of course then you went and told us how you pronounce it.)
But I figure that someone who sanctions rhyming "Wolfson" with "bourbon" (enough brown liquor can make anything rhyme, eh?) won't be to hard on any of my above strained attempts at rhyme.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 8, 2005 12:07 AMLeave her for someone buffer, apostropher,
Make her think you're not trusty, Rusty,
Get her a frontal lobo, Gobo,
You don't need to go to Togo,
Just hit her in the schnoz, Froz,
And get yourself free.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 8, 2005 11:05 PMSing that song that goes "my name is John Johnson I come from Wisconsin, I work in a lumbermill there", John Johnson.
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 8, 2005 11:08 PMHey, I was just trying to help. Don't you want to leave your lover, John Johnson?
Posted by: Mitch Mills at June 9, 2005 06:45 AMNo, actually I was wanting to make it through the book 69 Ways to Love your Lever by Dick Hertz.
Posted by: John Johnson at June 9, 2005 09:18 AMGive her the slip, Tripp.
Unzip her nip, Tripp.
Make her eyes drip, Tripp.
Fondle her lip, Tripp.
Slip her the tip, Tripp.
Okay, this is probably too easy.
Posted by: Tripp at June 9, 2005 09:46 AMGive her the gonorrheal drip, Tripp.
Tell a Blood that she's a Crip, Tripp.