Back To Keeping My Fat Gob Shut
By P.U.T. 90MPH D.C. on February 2, 2014 11:31 pm
There was a time when I thought I could sing, and that whenever I opened my mouth the birds would chirp alongside me. However it turns out that I had too much cough medicine, and that despite my aspirations and dreams my cough-medicine-induced (so-called) singing was so bad that it killed every avian within an eight block radius. I was certainly not going for the high score, but I was strangely proud of this feat. Also my vocal experiment for last week's submission did not work out (Translation: "It was rushed shite that needs a lot of work to say the least").
R.I.P. All those birdies
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