Norm Rolls Out The Red Carpet
April 1st 2009 12:01
Norm, a card carrying communist, comrades, has expressed relief that you are here.
"I am relieved you are here," the card-carrying communist is telling you, I tell you.
"Now that you're here, all I need is for you to be right here," the maniacal despot tells.
"I think that a revolution is just the passing of another day," the communist leader told the missus.
"Make yourself at home in my humble abode. Stretch your legs. Lie down. Be my guest. Be my hostess," I tells you, opening up doors, falling apart at the seams.
"You can have my bed. I haven't made it yet, so you can lie in it," I say, I say.
"My connection to you grows stronger with each revolution. Even if I haven't always been plugged in and do have faulty wiring, it's true," Norm told his provider, rolling out the red one.
"Please, sit," the statesman said, looking through his old domain with a mixture of pride and disgust.
"I clothed my self-pity in anger," the skinny-dipper said, limping around the old house.
"With you at my side, I finally have a leg to stand on. I'll never walk," I tells you.
"I didn't see this on the cards," the joker said, as you shuffled the deck and sat forward in my chair.
"That's the deal with you: I never know what kind of hand you're holding. Mine, in the end, I hope," Norm, giving it away, said.
Paint the place red, if it suits you, the card-carrying communist said.
From this day forward, I'll never go angry, again, perhaps.
"I am relieved you are here," the card-carrying communist is telling you, I tell you.
"Now that you're here, all I need is for you to be right here," the maniacal despot tells.
"I think that a revolution is just the passing of another day," the communist leader told the missus.
"Make yourself at home in my humble abode. Stretch your legs. Lie down. Be my guest. Be my hostess," I tells you, opening up doors, falling apart at the seams.
"You can have my bed. I haven't made it yet, so you can lie in it," I say, I say.
"My connection to you grows stronger with each revolution. Even if I haven't always been plugged in and do have faulty wiring, it's true," Norm told his provider, rolling out the red one.
"Please, sit," the statesman said, looking through his old domain with a mixture of pride and disgust.
"I clothed my self-pity in anger," the skinny-dipper said, limping around the old house.
"With you at my side, I finally have a leg to stand on. I'll never walk," I tells you.
"I didn't see this on the cards," the joker said, as you shuffled the deck and sat forward in my chair.
"That's the deal with you: I never know what kind of hand you're holding. Mine, in the end, I hope," Norm, giving it away, said.
Paint the place red, if it suits you, the card-carrying communist said.
From this day forward, I'll never go angry, again, perhaps.
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Comment by Morgan Bell
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what a sorry sight for the communists
i would never sit forward in your chair
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