I’m not very fond of swords or anything, but they’re alright. It’s important to remember that those who live by the sword get shot by those who don’t, which is more than enough of a reason to stay away from them entirely.
[Warning: some salty roadrunner language]
Meep, meep! My name is Roadrunner, and if you study with my eight-week program you will learn a system of smashing skulls that I developed over two seasons of beating Wile E. Coyote to a bloody pulp. It’s called Roadrunner Kwon Do! After one week with me in my eight-week program, you’ll be prepared to kick ass with the strength of a grizzly crushing salmon ball-peen hammer, the reflexes of a cracked-out squirrel, and the wisdom of a roadrunner.
I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a giraffe.
I think that’s how the poem goes — perhaps not. I never really paid attention in English class, I was preoccupied with throwing things at the teacher when she wasn’t looking. I’m a fan of giraffes. If they had a Facebook page I’d like it and leave a nice comment. Then I’d make an alternate Facebook account and bash giraffes, just so I can defend giraffes publicly to show my appreciation. Every aspect of the giraffe interests me because it all seems so horribly wrong. They’re something God made at the end of the sixth day when he was running out of parts and patience. You try creating the heavens and the Earth in six days without messing up a few times.
https://youtu.be/a7k112vDJgk
Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Kyutaro. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself.Kyutaro, he called himself Kyutaro. Now, Kyutaro — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.