My Boss and I were discussing
the fate of the façade of my building.
Su had heard some Nirvana music
which he was having trouble finding.
My Boss tried to introduce bands and grooves, and align mullions to
make the building impress any guest.
Su drummed his desk and my Bong Friend ambled over
to aid in his quest.
My Boss said, "Okay, try this."
Su said, "No, what Band is this?"
I said, "It might be a groove instead."
My Bong Friend did a facepalm smacking his head.
I had called Nirvana a "groove-y kind of music".
Even in his grave, that made Kurt Cobain very very sick.
the fate of the façade of my building.
Su had heard some Nirvana music
which he was having trouble finding.
My Boss tried to introduce bands and grooves, and align mullions to
make the building impress any guest.
Su drummed his desk and my Bong Friend ambled over
to aid in his quest.
My Boss said, "Okay, try this."
Su said, "No, what Band is this?"
I said, "It might be a groove instead."
My Bong Friend did a facepalm smacking his head.
I had called Nirvana a "groove-y kind of music".
Even in his grave, that made Kurt Cobain very very sick.
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