Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Must be the fumes.

We lounge in the steel mining pits erg-
onomincally while we eat grits.  Erg-
otism is common: we
've mold in our hominy!
That's how corn grows around Pittsburgh.
Posted by The Only Bee in Your Sonnet at 3:42 AM

1 comment:

  1. Mina MundisAugust 25, 2010 at 8:57 PM

    This makes me happy and hurts my head at the same time.

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