HER NAME WAS COLA SHE WAS A POP CAN WITH A TIN TAB IN HER HAIR AND WAS FIZZ STRAIGHT DOWN TO THERE
SHE'D SLAKE THE MASSES AND DO THE POP-POP AND WHILE SHE TRIED TO QUENCH IT ALL, CHEESECAKE ALWAYS FED THEM ALL ACROSS THE MARKET FLOO' THEY WORKED FROM 8 TO 4 THEY WERE FOOD AND THEY HAD EACH OTHER WHAT COULD ASK FOR MORE?
AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! THE BEST PRICES SOUTH OF ALASKA! AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! PRICE TAGS AND PLASTIC WERE ALWAYS THE FASHION AT THE KROGER'S... THEY FELL IN LOVE
THEY CALLED HIM TACO! HIS MEAT WAS OSTRICH! HE WAS SHELVED BY THE FROZEN FARE AND SAW COLA QUENCHING THERE AND WHEN SHE FINISHED, HE CALLED HER OVER BUT TACO WENT A BIT TOO FAR, CHEESECAKE FLEW ACROSS THE MALL AND THEN THE PACKAGE TORE! THEY BROKE THE FREEZER DOOR! THERE WAS FAT AND A SINGLE SLICE! BUT JUST WHO SLICED WHO?
AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! THE BEST PRICES SOUTH OF ALASKA! AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! PRICE TAGS AND PLASTIC WERE ALWAYS THE FASHION AT THE KROGER'S... SHE LOST HER LOVE
(IMPROVISED VOCALIZATION BY CASHIERS WHO WANTED TO BE IN A MUSIC VIDEO)
hER NAME WAS COLA SHE WAS A POP CAN BUT THAT WAS HALF A YEAR BEFORE, WHEN THE FREEZERS OWNED THE SHOW NOW IT'S FOR DRY GOODS, BUT NOT FOR COLA STILL IN THE CAN SHE ALWAYS WEARS, FADED TIN TAB IN HER HAIR HER SUGAR STILL REFINED, SHE DRINKS HERSELF HALF BLIND SHE'S LOST HER FIZZ AND SHE'S LOST HER CHEESECAKE NOW SHE'S LOST HER MIND!
AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! THE BEST PRICES SOUTH OF ALASKA! AT THE KROGER'S! KROGER'S, OHIO! PRICE TAGS AND PLASTIC WERE ALWAYS THE FASHION AT THE KROGER'S... DON'T FALL IN LOVE
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The Discovery Channel was walking down the road when it saw a doggie bone, lying there. "You're such a nice looking bone", it said to the bone. Then the bone was stolen by Rainbow Dash. "Rainbow you get back here, " the Discovery Channel said, "That bone was mine first".
"No it wasn't, it wasn't anybody's, " replied Rainbow, as she flew away from the Discovery Channel. The Discovery Channel felt wronged. It knew this was a job for Hong Kong Phooey, who it did not know how to contact, but figured the police station was a safe bet.
Later, Rosemary the telephone operator received a call about the stolen bone. Penry, the mild-mannered janitor and his cat Spot, overheard the call, and knew it was time to become Hong Kong Phooey.
Hong Kong Phooey met with the Discovery Channel in the city's park about apprehending Rainbow Dash. "You must not put her behind bars, but you must beat her in a race, and humiliate her", the Discovery Channel said to Hong Kong Phooey. He consulted The Hong Kong Book Of Kung Fu on the subject of racing, and found nothing. "I guess I can't help ya, Discovery", he said to the Discovery Channel.
But then the entire city was being consumed by a giant space-eating manhole! Hong Kong Phooey had to do something, and quick!
I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
That post makes me ashamed, sort of; it was an attempt to try and quash the This Troper discussion (I was worried about some sort of "speak of the devil" thing happening). I'm sorry.
Central Avenue: Actually, my mother finally bought a new showerhead—the kind that's actually a sprayer on a hose that you can take down and hold in your head—and it has rekindled my love of showering.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
-pours out a 40 for Spacey-1-
classic.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Gotta get some new material.
"Hang glider"
"Why? What did glider do wrong?"
and etc.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Meaning I shouldn't have done it.
You did a good thing, Anon.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
He's running for the Itchy Scalp Party
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Me: "I feel like I've run out of shitposts"
JZ: -slaps Imi- DON'T TALK LIKE THAT
Tre: Wait, hold in your head?