Quelle Tragique; or, “Put Your Milk in My Cocoa Puffs”

Why do I always want the unpopular MP3 ringtones? Why is it so hard for people to understand that some people want Fergie bleating out of their hip pocket while they are pushing the strolly around Wallingford? And why is it so hard to find a good real tone version of “Toxic” three years after it came out?

Why? WHY? WHY? I lay awake at night.

My HUMPS, my humps, my humps, my HUMPS!/My lovely lady lumps!

NO ONE bleats like Stacey Ferguson, I tells ya.

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