So, I was sitting here in my office being the very serious adult that I am. Tweaking a web site’s code for a friend. Writing an article. Reading the blogs of potential Dominican Republic travelers. And I heard him. His words crept up through the ventilation system and leaked into my office. Jangly guitar and grizzly lyrics – the kind five year-old boys find hilarious.
Great big globs of ooey gooey gopher guts
Mingled mangled monkey meat
Itty bitty birdy feet
French fried eye balls rolling down a dirty street
That’s what Mommy’s made of.
I’m quitting early. I’ve got a duet to sing and some cookie dough ice cream to eat. The first day back on the job is the hardest isn’t it?