When I woke up this morning, I had a feeling that staying in bed would have been the ebst option for the day. I should learn to trust my instincts.
Now, nothing necessarily “bad” happened today, I’ve just been a bit grumpy. And I hate being grumpy, so being grumpy just makes me grumpier. There’s probably a hint of self-fulfilling prophecy involved, too.
Someone’s grumpy?? This is where Doobie’s a viking! Hey, what’s “ebst”? Did you misspell something? Did I win the hat? What about that lottery winner update? Darren keeps poking me. Floyd’s better off without Roger Waters. I can’t tell which John is singing on any given TMBG song. Greenspan just raised interest rates again.
“Ebst” means “most likely not to piss me off.” You won the hat, no one else really entered. Remeber the IRS will take a portion of your winnings. I suggest you give them the velcroey part.
Remember, on State Songs, John’s the only one singing, while on Mono Puff albums it’s all John.
They’ll have to take the velcroey part from my cold, dead hands.