Missing out on dirty laundry being done because everything seemed a bit to perfect. Time to leave the scene…!
Lynyrd Skynyrd…Smell That Smell.
It depends how fresh it is. New lame is like a new car smell but in a couple of days it’s like the inside if a train drivers glove.
You two should know better than to pull that finger of which is above you both..
I do reek of lameness, Kurt. But I see no reason to apologize.
I love the smell of Lameness in the morning…
It Smells Like Vichyssoise.
Or maybe Teen Spirit.
Eh… Tomato/Tomahto, Baquette/Bong..
Choose An Album
Steely Dan..Pretzel Logic
“Take of London fog 30 parts; malaria 10 parts, gas leaks 20 parts, dewdrops gathered in a brickyard at sunrise 25 parts; odor of honeysuckle 15 parts. Mix. The mixture will give you an approximate conception of Frog Applause.”
-With apologies to O Henry
She who smelt it dealt it.
A pall of lameness lay across the city in the valley like a blanket of fog. From the top floor of City Hall, Mayor Man looked out over the city, contemplating what evils might arise this day from the thickening miasma of lame, which seemed to curdle and gel even as he watched. Steeling himself against the coming lame, he descended to ground level and went across the street for waffles, hoping that the smell of strong coffee brewing could blow the stink of lameness from his brain.
Lameness smells like Sean Spicer lying about the size of the crowd at emperor Trump the liar’s coronation as dictator. Spicer starts off by giving the psycho Trump admin zero credibility.
How about a scratch-n-stiff edition of FA?
…sardines and candy-corn.
You might think I’m crazy, but I’m just not the same
Because I can tell what’s going on
It’s hip to be lame
-Stewie Bluest and the Newest: Hip to be Lame
The apprentice president, bum speech, sad parade.
Next day women’s march, says your’re fired!
Ebeneezer Scrooge, you stink, and stunk….
…I remember when on the weekends we had to wait 2 days for fresh lame…heck a couple of times we had to wait months….
You can cover it up with Febreze, but it’s still there in all it’s Lame Gloriousness.
Percolating under the artificial veneer of Lavender, Fresh Linen, and “Happy Spring”.
What do Kurt and Randy know? They’re just kids, scarcely seasoned Lame!
If you want the real stench of Lame, come to a festering, fetid undead veteran of the Lame Wars. Bring your gas mask. And your oxygen tank. You might want to scuba into the cesspool of Arch Lameness, infamous for its dank—far exceeding Poe’s lame Auber….