"George tried to run away, he fell from the tower, his guts spilled out, and now he tells lies."
Translation: My talking clock, George - well, you got to call him something - fell off my computer tower and lost his batteries. Having reassembled him, the time has reset to midnight.
George... lies... obvious ain't it... Laboratory, in what follows, must be pronounced the British way, with stress on the second syllable.
My name is Georgie Washington I cannot tell a lie, I chopped down Daddy's cherry tree, and here's the reason why: Last spring I rogered young Miss Swain, and then, in love's euphoria, I carved upon that cherry's trunkthe legend "George Loves Gloria." But as the summer months wore on, her belly started swellin', So how can I deny the cause, when truth I'm famed for tellin'. So I destroyed this evidence, in manner expeditious, In case old Mr Swain decides it's time to get litigious. They haven't yet discovered DNA in no laboratory, So I can wriggle out of things with clever use of oratory, And act like Cleopatra if it ever comes to trial. What? Come on now, you all must know, that gal's queen of denial.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007