The catch-all for items related to and/or inspired by the music that shaped me. |
You got those hunger pangs. The pantry is lacking things. There's one last resort... it's eating me, and it's eating up you. One ounce of every bite of my jellied ham will fill you up. One fork and one knife and your chewy mouth and tongue. And if you want salt, pour it on. Lord knows my contents don't have enough. Why eat out when you can eat in? This is a meal you won't forget. Your dinner is a can of ham. Your dinner is Spam (with a side of regret). Your dinner is a can of ham. Something about the way you jam me into your face... I love how you burp when you need to make more room when you clear your plate. You swallow me down and chase it with Clamato juice. You know it's the best indigestion you'll ever put yourself through. And if you're feelin' frisky just slather me with a healthy glob of mayonnaise. Between the bread slices there are no rules. There's bound to be leftovers for lunch. Your dinner is a can of ham. Your dinner is Spam (with a side of regret). Your dinner is a can of ham. Damn fatty... you polished off the can in one sitting, all by yourself. You're gonna poop so good it'll hurt. |