Ray's Thought for the Day - Chicken Mole Gas

Crumby, did you actually make any serious effort to chew up that chicken mole or otherwise mix any of it up with your digestive juices before it arrived in your duodenum? Jeez Louise. I can't hear myself think for all that farting. You need to go on out to the east pasture and leave me in peace.

All righty then, Ray, but you should be nicer about your bosom companion's temporary digestive issues.

Yepper, right! Praise the Goddess. There goes the gaseous ovate, outside. Mercy! How can I look forward to my weekly delicious cinnamon bun when two of my senses are so afflicted by the Crumby Ovate's gaseous emissions? Actually, it's three senses cause he made my eyes water, too.

Er. Where was I? Oh yepper. I am not making any particularly expeditious progress on the miserable Iraqi anthem, "Stand Up, Stand Up for Chitlin, It's All to Him You'll Owe." So far that's all I've come up with, the title. But I will continue to think, on it, so that eventually a chorus may, spell out. Perhaps the muse shall come upon me as I dine upon my delicious cinnamon bun.
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Later
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Ummm boy! That cinnamon bun was especially delicious. Whoa! Hello Miss Muse. Are you fixing to get up on me? You are? All righty then.

Stand Up, Stand Up for Chitlin, It's All to Him I Owe
(an anthem for the miserable Iraqis)

I’m standing up for Chitlin, it’s all to him I owe
I’ve got a job at the army base, it’s off to work I go

My lunch is delicious pork rinds, made in the USA
I’ll munch upon my pork rinds at the internet café

I’m standing up for Chitlin, it’s due to him I’ve seen
Amazing naughty pictures in a secular magazine

I’m free so I bought an AC and I bought a big TV
My nice electric appliances require electricity

So I’m standing up for Chitlin and marching right along
Once the grid gets back to pre- Saddam functionality, I can turn my TV on

The oil in my country is of no use to me
So I’m sending off the oil to the USA for free

My wives wear virtual boobaloos, my daughters go to virtual schools
There’s whiskey in the bean bins, and hash-hish in the commodes

I’m standing up for Chitlin, he’s the god for me
Yes Chiltin shows the way to sec-u-lar-i-ty.