SCoates, you want gus to feed you some meat?
Anyway, in honour of Gus and his haywire antartic a2k thread.
sung to the tune of "My Favourite Things"
Padlocks and plagarism
and cheese on his thread
Dark torture chambers
and too many damn couches,
Brown capbryas
Tied up with strings,
These are a few of the things that gets Gus steamed. . .
Ordering a hit on Bill,
Scoates he's gonna kill,
Doorbells are ringing,
An' pitchforks swinging,
Wild men that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of the things that gets Gus steamed. . . . . .
Girls in no dresses,
Are flashin' their *shes,
Snow flakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Antartic bashes,
With monkey tents he'd dreamed,
These are a few of the things that gets Gus steamed. . .
When the turtle bites,
When the lock shuts,
When he's feelin' sad,
He simply remembers his most hated things,
And then he don't feel so bad . . .
Cheese....hmmm heads...
parmesan.......wisconson....
La dee da, la dee da,
La dee da, da,
These are a few of his most hated things . . .
When the lies start,
And the topic veers,
When he's feelin' sad,
He simply remembers his most hated things,
And little by little his heavy heart sings . . .
And then he doesn't feel so bad . . .
