Sunday, October 31, 2010

Paper Towel Dispenser Emergency Feed

My spleen and brain have ruptured
All the Walmart's have closed
Mutated alligators run rampant
And no one here has clothes

Nuclear bombs are coming in
All the aliens have landed
Everyone's food has been eaten
And Gilligan's pals are stranded.

What can we do, it all looks grim
We all want to be freed
Someone go into the bathroom,
And pull the emergency feed.

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