Monday, May 14, 2007
The Leechbag
Uhm, excuse me, Hottie in the Middle. Sorry, I hate to disturb you. But there appears to be a Leechbag trying to mount your shoulder with greasy action tongue grip.
Now, don’t panic. I can get rid of it.
If I spray a highly focused stream of Axe BodySpray into his ear while jingling a giant puka-shell necklace, I’m sure I can get the Leechbag to release his tonguey hold.
As to the giant stalk of bean-choad growing out of your back? Not sure there’s any treatment for that outside of five soul crushing years working at the post office while his band falls apart because the drummer got high and moved to Santa Cruz.
