All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.
I feel like the weasel. In SO very many ways. Pop! Most of them are too pathetic to post.
7 years ago
reflections on love, life, people, friends, politics, annoyances, well-intentioned rants
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I feel bad saying this, but this was once Jack's favorite song, and he'd crack up whenever we sang it to him.
You're not the weasel, I swear. Weaseling out of things is important. It's what separates us from the animals. Except the weasel...
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