Eating with apes: A ghost story

Welcome back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a great white shirt, besotted on a desert aisle, aborted tiny trips. Thank you, ladies and germs, and good night.

-- Gorilla

That's a lotta shit!

You gonna need a sump pump
Fo' my plump dump.

"I hear there's some gorillas in these hyar parts," said the lawman, shaking the dust off his boots and gently pushing aside the pie as he peered mercilessly into the waitresses' starry glass eyes. "And I'm gonna find out where they at."

Can ya, mistah?

Mistah, can you make my robot sing?
Mistah, can I have a diamond ring?
Mistah, do you know what time it is?
Mistah, I'd like a sloe-gin fizz!

Mistah, can you make my robot sing?
Dontcha know I like it when he does his thing,
Daddy's comin' home with a dollah bill,
Robot songs'll cure him of his ills!

Mistah, do you know what time it is?
Mistah, where the heck's my sloe-gin fizz?
Mistah, do I got to pay to play?
Mistah, why's my robot gone away?

Mistah?

A delicious poem

Eating lunch on the spunch.

They'd ride my prayers to heaven!

Either that or Bigfoot.

And what, pray tell, would the tricycles ride?

I dream of a world where bicycles ride tricycles!

How does this all end?

This way to Marvin Gardens!

Crap post #1

The invention.