This evening we were out in the car, driving around.
I was playing it cool, 'cause, well, I'm a cool cat.
I was playing it cool, 'cause, well, I'm a cool cat.
I'm so cool, in fact, that I got rhythm coming out my ears.
I'm singing, knocking out some funky beats with my velvet voice.
I'm singing, knocking out some funky beats with my velvet voice.
Sam doesn't appreciate my vocal talent.
He wants me to be quiet.
He wants me to be quiet.
Some people are sooo jealous!
He says "Shut up, or else..."
He says "Shut up, or else..."
So I sing louder and harder. I hit notes I never knew I could.
He then says in a whispered tone, "We are over! I'm straight!"
He then says in a whispered tone, "We are over! I'm straight!"
He just looks at me and then looks at the road ahead.
I stop singing...I might have heard him wrong...
"You say what?"
"Oh, I get it! You are so funny!"
"Oh no, you are serious!"
"Why?"
"My world is ending."
Nah, he was joking!
I think...
I think...
3 comments:
the last pic from the bottom looks very ambiguous :)
Hey, thanks for making me smile with your picture story! Have a good weekend both of you. And keep singing, it's what keeps me sane. (Me singing that is, I'm not sure if your singing would keep me sane, then again I haven't heard your singing!) :¬)
Indeed, Dezmond, indeed!
;-)
Hi Mapstew. I am a great singer! I will make a video at some point. I'm just not sure the world is ready for me yet...
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