In 1944 I went on a journey to
Dublin to make my fortune.
Or was
it Munich?
I can barely remember because
SpongeBob: A stove is a stove, no matter where you go.
Mr. Krabs: A patty is a patty, that's what I say.
SpongeBob: A grill is a grill, this is surely so...
Mr. Krabs: And fries should be fries either way!
SpongeBob: But this grill is not a home, this is not the stove I know...
Mr. Krabs: I would trade it all away if you'd come back to stay...
Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob: This kitchen's not the same without you!
Mr. Krabs: It's just a greasy spoon,
SpongeBob: Just a greasy spoon,
Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob: Without you...
SpongeBob: A stove is a stove, no matter where you go.
Mr. Krabs: A patty is a patty, that's what I say.
SpongeBob: A grill is a grill, this is surely so...
Mr. Krabs: And fries should be fries either way!
SpongeBob: But this grill is not a home, this is not the stove I know...
Mr. Krabs: I would trade it all away if you'd come back to stay...
Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob: This kitchen's not the same without you!
Mr. Krabs: It's just a greasy spoon,
SpongeBob: Just a greasy spoon,
Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob: Without you...
half-sentences.
Anyway, in 1944 I was
trying to make a fortune in some place.
However, the
fucking jews stole all my maps.
So I used my intuition to
sniff out the nearest bank.
It was a snowbank, and
a lot of other things.
For example,
there was an actual real bank hidden under the snow.
So there I was, in a back alley, just cruising
like a villain.
Waiting for my
brother's wife and her famous spaghetti
to stop fucking, jesus christ!
Will you stop
the music?
Where were you when
we were young
? I was, in fact, in the middle of
posting in a shitty thread.
A thread so shitty,
I shat myself!
Having collected the shit that ran down my legs,
I decided to collect Fidget Spinners next.