Saturday, January 21, 2006

Phunky Milk

True story.


Lucyrogue said...

Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?
With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?

It's because little Fantine won't give him his way

Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands!

And the boss, he never knows
That the foreman is always in heat

If Fantine doesn't look out
Watch how she goes
She'll be out on the street!....

Eh phunky milk man you had a late one.Oh really? Yes really.
-Sorry sir you can't come into OUR club. You need more bling to be a patron of Honky Tonks.
-Dat's cool bro. I'm on da list at Arfurs Bar. How do you like them apples?............. What the fuck kind of a name is Honky Tonks anyway?????? Sounds like daycare.

Joe said...

I listened to my Les Mis CDs as soon as I got home last night. :)

At the end of the day you're another day older,
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor!

I tried emptying the milk this morning, but only this clear, foul smelling liquid came out. All the lumps are stuck to the bottom of the bottle. So I left it in the sink. I need to figure out a way of disposing of it that will minimise gag reflex.

lucyrogue said...

Just put it in next door's bin. That's when good neighbours become good friends.