This is the song that doesn’t end, it just goes on and on my friend.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because.
This is the song that doesn’t end, it just goes on and on my friend.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because.
This is the song that doesn’t end, it just goes on and on my friend.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was.
And they’ll continue singing it forever, just because.
(giggle of demented woman…now you won’t be able to stop hearing it in your head)
I loved lamb-chop soo much. The worse thing about an artist dying is that their creations die with them, most of the time. Thank goodness Kermit lives! (looks to make sure miss piggy didn’t hear me talking about her man)
Don’t know if your kids ever got into this one, but you can thank me if I get this one stuck in you head for the evening:
“I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family…”
Barney! You dare to come to my blog with BARNEY..AHHHHH. (grin) I hate barney with a passion. He freaks me out. Expecially his laugh (shivers in horror)
That reminds me. Crazy? I was crazy once, the locked me in a rubber room, it just about drove me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once, the locked me in a rubber room, it just about drove me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once, the locked me in a rubber room, it just about drove me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once, the locked me in a rubber room, it just about drove me crazy. Crazy?
ROTFL…oh no another bekki type..the peeps are really gonna love that! hahaha. Welcome to the nutthouse..(grin)
Crazy? I was crazy once they locked me in a padded room i died in that room then they buried me in a deep dark hole there was rats in that hole rats make me go crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…
Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a padded room. I lived there. I died there. They buried me in the dirt. Worms live in the dirt. Worms drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…
Died? I died once. They put me in a wooden box and covered me with rocks. Worms set in. Worms tickle. I laughed so hard I thought I died. Died? I died once…
Crazy/// I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room oom bada and they burried me with words. words, words make me crazy. maybe im crazy. maybe its jus that im crazy. crazy. I was crazy once.
Crazy, I was crazy once. They locked me in a rubber room with a rubber bed, a rubber chair, and a rubber key. I had specially requested the rubber key as a means of escape, they didn’t call me crazy for nothing as the rubber duck often told me.
This is that post you read about..the one that would not DIE.
Crazy, I was crazy once, twice, maybe three times a lady.
You were once a lady? NOt just once but twice, three times? Someone is confused and I think it is not just me.
Yes, and Lionel Richie sang it to me. It was crazy.
He does that sometimes. He encouraged me to dance on the ceiling. The man is unhinged.
That bump to the head never goes.
What bump to the head? Who told you about my bump? I thought he said it was hardly noticable!
Hello….?! Isn’t this the guy who sang about the blind girl? He actually said her clay sculpture was good and we all know it was full of lumps.
Well that sculpture was of his head, perhaps it is a lumpy head! It’s all that running with the night, bound to fall and bump a head a few times running in the dark like that!
Not unless he ran in a rubber room with a rubber Knight, running with the knight. Crazy, he was crazy then…
The Knights of the rubber table! They were mad….
…and annoying!
back off ladies! He’s mine. (lol)
M, I am now left wondering, do you own rubber undies?
Only if I want to erase the past.
????
I was thinking that rubber undies might work like pencil rubbers/erasers, and four question marks don’t make it four times the question????
:::Rolls eyes:::