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Nov. 3rd, 2004 11:59 amAnd now, a song.*
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Chopped-up monkeys' feet,
Little baby parakeets.
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
And I forgot my spoon.
(Sung, for those of you who may not have encountered it at summer camp when you were wee sprogs, to the tune of "The Old Gray Mare." Also sung con brio, please.)
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*Inspired either by the state of American politics or
heres_luck's chest cold. Or both.
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
Chopped-up monkeys' feet,
Little baby parakeets.
Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
And I forgot my spoon.
(Sung, for those of you who may not have encountered it at summer camp when you were wee sprogs, to the tune of "The Old Gray Mare." Also sung con brio, please.)
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*Inspired either by the state of American politics or