Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Ever wondered how all or certain figures of speech even came into existance? Like, "Died laughing".

Why am I writing at this ungodly hour of 4 am?


Because it's my birthday, and I'd like to share the following song with you:


~Happy birthday to me~
~I was born in a tree~
~With spiders and monkeys~
~And they all look like me~

~Happy birthday to me~
~I was made for the sea~
~And if the triggerfish are happy~
~Then I'd be dead meat!!~


How's that?


I miss my birthday manta... Maybe one day I'll get a birthday whaleshark... or a birthday school of scallop-hammerheads...


I have just found out that it is possible to laugh so hard that you suffocate. Literally.

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