Yelling

"Stop yelling."

"You're making me yell, 'cause you're making me mad!"

It Gets Worse

*fart*

"Eeeeewwwwww!"

"I think I pooed a little."

All Original

I'm All Original.
I'm the Genuine Article.

I'm a scrapbook collage
of pictures and clippings.

I'm a Paste-and-Paper Person,
in a Paste-and-Paper Crowd.

Testing...

I had a job down at the toy factory. You know the one, in the Industrial Park, behind the Parmesan cheese plant.

I was working in Quality Assurance--they put me on the Tickle-Me Elmo line. I had to tickle every tenth Elmo to make sure he's ticklish.

Anyway, my finger ended up getting all misshapen and bloated, after touching so many Tickle-Me Elmos, so I went to the company doctor to have it checked out.

He said he'd seen that a lot, around the factory.

Apparently I have test tickler cancer.

The Parmesan Haunts Me

The Smell of stinky feet clings to me.
People are staring as I pass them,
Pointing and holding their noses.
Oh, like they've never worn Parmesan cheese.

Secret Coded Message 2 (3/3)

Jvtkzn-egrtr egh gxz.

If you don't have anything to say,
resort to gibberish,
or coded messages
(that are equally meaningless,
once they are deciphered).

Secret Coded Message 2 (2/3)

Zit jxoea wkgvf ygx pxdhtr gctk zit sqmn rgu'l wqea.