Nothin' like komfort food on his very first road trip!Friday, January 18, 2008
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Opus 2, Canticle of Keller's
(Sung to a generic nursery rhyme melody, in falsetto.)
Keller -- Keller buddy,
Your diaper is very muddy.
Keller -- Keller buddy,
You're my little Keller boy.
Do not tell me that you went to a Cracker Barrel. DO NOT TELL ME. I will curl up and die in one long, sad fit for comfort food. THERE IS NO CRACKER BARREL IN WASHINGTON!!!!
What a KUTE KRACKER Barrel KUSTOMER!!! :-)
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