October 02, 2006
The Choppy Onion. Don't Barebutt the Bed
As it turns out, I am not the only poet in the family.
Zoe went to bed the other day in one of my t-shirts. It was hu-mang-ous on her. And later on, I noticed she "conveniently" forgot her underwear. Well, of course, I had to tell her the story of the Legend of the Choppy Onion. It's a family secret story. Ranks right up there with the other myths and family urban legends.
I can do this. I wear panties to bed.
Your assignment today is to read the "read more" poem (just because it's funny - thanks Sis #2) and then post a comment, if you dare, of your own family legends. Your secret stories. (you may remain anonymous if you like)
Happy Soccer Practice Tuesday!
Too good not to post.
GRANNY CAN POEM:
Oh, the granny can.
So your fanny can
Be seen to all.
Hope you don't fall.
Oh, the granny can.
Number one, number two,
When you have chemo it looks like goo.
A lesson in humility -
The handsome murse sees your pee.
Oh, the granny can!
When you're nearly dying
It isn't the best, I'm not lying.
Feeling like your eighty six
Hey, something came out - it felt like bricks.
The granny can.
The bucket spilt on your shoe
But you don't care, you smell like poo.
How many times you dread to use it?
But right now, I'd like to choose it.
Oh, how we miss that granny can.
Posted by The Choppy Onion at September 5, 2006 05:47 PM
Posted by debutaunt at October 2, 2006 01:45 AMWhat twisted off person would think of the Choppy Onion?
Glow in the dark yo-yos rock.
Bleeeaach.
French Dip YACK
Love,
S
Um, when I had my hot appy removed last summer, I shit all over myself, because my BP was so low, because my surgeon was trying to kill me, and he didn't seal me up on the inside, and they had to go back and do it again. THEN, they made me use a granny can. OMG. They wouldn't let me go anywhere after I shit myself and passed out on the nasty hospital floor.
Posted by: Kami at October 4, 2006 10:02 AM