They were supposed to beat the drums, not each other
Author: Sid Natividad
With roommates like these, who needs enemies?
Something got flipped and it wasn’t the patty
I thought vultures weren’t allowed in hospitals
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
What’s for next year’s birthday, I wonder?
How many layers of contradiction can you count?
This is where your taxes go
Way to go, chief
Life definitely gave that Karen lemons









