Leave it to the Chairman of the Bored to come through in our time of need. Only Mr. Sinatra can make things right. And what better way for him to contribute than in a song. The following e-mail has been circulating throughout the internet causing quite a stir. And so it is my duty to pass it along. Sung to "Strangers In The Night."
Strange things in each bite
It's exchanging glances
Wond'ring in each bite
What were the chances
Digging through the bowls
Before each bite was chewed.
Something in its thigh
Will be indicting.
Something in its bile
This ain't exciting
What's that? It's heart?
Told me that we were through.
Strange things in each bite
Two lonely fecals
There were even strange things in my Sprite
Up to the moment
When we perused our first jello
Little did we know
The "guv" was just a call away
Damn ain't this a price to pay?
Ever since that night
I check my food, everything in sight
What a major blight
It won't turn out right
For strange things in each bite.
Ratta Tat Tat Tat
Budda Bing Bang Boom
Zooma Zooma Zoom.
Send that bastard to the moon....
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. Bosox take game 2, but the series shifts to St. Louie.
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