tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70009460998934753712011-12-04T00:44:41.740-06:00Facedirtnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000946099893475371.post-55101931170689439392010-01-01T22:15:00.018-06:002010-01-04T23:59:11.816-06:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_sDDe34Qi0/Sz7I6g3sKpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VvFbcRE1vZM/s1600-h/Yo+Yo+Mama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n_sDDe34Qi0/Sz7I6g3sKpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VvFbcRE1vZM/s400/Yo+Yo+Mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421991908982139538" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br />And then it dawned on me...</span><br /></div><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so fat she takes up first, second and third chair.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so stupid she thinks Cello Suites are served after Thanksgiving dinner.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so poor she stole all the C-notes from the second register.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so fat she overstretched her G-string.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so stupid she thinks Tenuto was a latin pop boy band from the '80s.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so fat she could eat an entire case of Cello Pudding cups.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so stupid she needed Sacagawea to tell her about </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.luisandclark.com/">Luis and Clark</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's hair's so dirty her stylist put a bow in it and ended up playing an augmented 4th.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so stupid she thinks Relative pitch is thrown out at the family softball game.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so fat she needs to use resin to stop the glissando from her pant legs.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Yo Yo Mama's so stupid she thinks that Polyphony is a group Love Line.</span></li></ul><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Now that that's out of my system.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><br />©jon horvath</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000946099893475371-5510193117068943939?l=facedirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Facedirtnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000946099893475371.post-84273021572483340962009-12-06T16:17:00.007-06:002009-12-06T16:47:48.382-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_sDDe34Qi0/Sxwt6zAvQiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yjHqOgktQ0c/s1600-h/Q-tip.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n_sDDe34Qi0/Sxwt6zAvQiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/yjHqOgktQ0c/s400/Q-tip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412251340341461538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Two weeks ago, I had the fortunate experience of knowing what it felt like to have a Q-tip (actually an off brand) enter too deeply into my left <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">ear canal</span>. This morning, making certain that nobody was around to bump into my elbow for a second time, I believe I successfully cleaned out the last of the evidence. Hearing: 85%.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000946099893475371-8427302157248334096?l=facedirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Facedirtnoreply@blogger.com2