Well... how did I get here?

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the moneys gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground







Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was...

Hi, RD, good to see you on here, chap.

*Waves*

Hi... who's here? Steve---is that you? I don't have my spectacles with me... and you all look like cartoons!

Hello Rhythm Devil.

My, what big teeth you have...


Would you like a piece of cake?

Rhythm Devil wrote:Hi... who's here? Steve---is that you? I don't have my spectacles with me... and you all look like cartoons!

Yes mate, 'tis me.

*Waves at Joe*

Theophilus wrote:Hello Rhythm Devil.

Did you draw that, mate?

Welcome Rhythm Devil! I don't have a cool picture to post... but I do love cake!

Yeah Well Fine Then wrote:

Theophilus wrote:Hello Rhythm Devil.

Did you draw that, mate?

No. Though it is a cool picture I thought. I would love if I had the talent to draw like that. I am reminded of a story from my youth.

I was friends with a real good artist in high school. I was about 16 at the time. I asked him to draw a dragon on my arm. He did it turned out real good, and looked just like a tattoo. The drawing took up most of my upper arm. Now why did I do this?

Well I went home that day, saw my mom rolled up my sleeve and said, look at my new tattoo mom, isn't it cool. My mom was beyond shocked and upset. It was so funny. I let her a couple of hours later that is was not a tattoo.

Rhythm Devil wrote:My, what big teeth you have...


Would you like a piece of cake?

No, but some pumpkin pie would be nice.

No pie... cake. It's just like the other day when I was getting ready for work... I turn on the Farrah and she starts talking... gibberish at first, then it starts to sound like words pouring out into the bathtub with the water. It's not the first time the faucets started speaking in tongues... went to Mickey D's once and the bright smiling pimple faced teeny weeny pours my OJ Simpleton from the dispenser and it says.... "gurgle... gurgle... don't drink the orange juice... it's got stricknine in it. That clown faced boogaloo is trying to kill you." The golden arches were pissing poison into my food the whole time, like some kind of water torture gone bad. "Peas porridge hot,' I says... "peas porridge cold..." then I beat it on out the door before the maniacs could touch my skin... ya know, that's the way they get you. Human contact and contamination of the food...


Except for the cake.


It's safe.

I'm afraid to wash my hands...