I have decided that people should periodically 
get a brand new cell phone, 
based purely on 
hygienic reasons alone. 
I took the battery compartment cover off 
while investigating the source of an odd call tone, 
and it bore a strange resemblance 
These are the things that scamper through my lil' brain; catch them and let them make you smile a-while, and then let them go freely on their way a-gain... Ernest S. B. Boston
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The Adventures of My Space Alien Alter Ego:
(links to episodes)
1) Why I Moved To Oklahoma Today ... Suddenly
2) No, I Am The Sultan of Swing
3) 3D TV from Green Gulch Texas
4) Italian Buffalo Disappontment
 
 
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