Seems I have a few minutes here so I thought I would rap at
ya, a la Jim Anchower.
How’ve you been?
I don’t care to be honest witch you. I’m just axing
questions to be axing. Sorry, that was harsh; I’m being a dick. Maybe it is
because I heard an idiot on the radio this morning say that, in reference to
Tom Brady, “Tom is Tom” and every time I hear someone utter a tautology like
this I want to choke myself, so, as you can imagine, this puts me on edge.
I shouldn’t take it out on you though; you have nothing to
do with this idiot talking into a microphone.
Tell me, Mr. Man, is there a time when Tom Brady isn’t Tom
Brady? Maybe when he was FDR?
You know what, I take it all back; maybe this guy isn’t an
idiot. Maybe he knows a whole lot more about reincarnation that I do and maybe
there was a time when Tom Brady wasn’t Tom Brady. Maybe this guy is tapped into
the collective reincarnation stream and knows that at one point Tom Brady was,
da da da!...
Dom DeLuise.
You heard it here first, Tom Brady was Dom Deluise in a
former life.
What’s that you say?
Their lives overlapped?
Overlapped schmoverlapped. What does the space-time continuum
have to do with this?
Or as Tina Turner asked, What’s love got to do with it?
It has something to do with it right? What is the it we are
talking about here?
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