Thursday, August 08, 2002
Super Late Night Poetry Corner
Listen my children, and you shall hear,
sounds of Bunsen returning, and drinking a beer,
after 17 hours of slaving away,
so head can hit pillow and float him away.
Good night, Frankenweiner,
Buenos noches to Big Dick McGee,
It was fun whilst it lasted,
now I must go to pee.
I'm just going to keep typing until this beer is finished. Enough with the poetry. I need this Heineken to help counteract the effects of the roughly 19 cups of coffee I ingested since 2 pm. [sip] Hence the peeing.
I once had a friend who decided to save all of his urine for at least a week (the actual duration of this activity escapes me). He peed in 2-liter Coke bottles, gallon milk containers, whatever he could find [sip]. He stored them in his dorm-room closet. At the end of the experiment, we beheld the many containers full of urine. [sip] It was at once glorious and repellent, but what great experience in life isn't?
I have to be at work in about 7 hours, so I best be gettin' gone. Did I mention I just walked in the door? [sip]