It was a battered yellow Citroen 2CV which had had one careful owner but also three suicidally reckless ones. [...]
A door flopped open, wobbling perilously on its one remaining hinge, and there emerged from the car a pair of the sort of legs which soundtrack editors are unable to see without needing to slap a smoky saxophone solo all over, for reasons which no one besides soundtrack editors has ever been able to understand. In this particular case, however, the saxophone would have been silenced by the proximity of the kazoo which the same soundtrack editor would almost certainly have slapped all over the progress of the vehicle."
Your boyfriend is really a jerk (jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk)
Will he ever learn to play the saxophone
He plays that same song over and over. . .
[squonk squonk kablatt etc. ]
-- The Bobs, Through The Wall
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posted by mexican at 7:16 AM on June 26, 2009