(or something like that – trying to remember lyrics from memory)
- Heywood Banks, “Dust Mites”

(heywood can be heard occasionally on the Bob & Tom show, Comedy Central, and comedy clubs across the Midwest.

But considering the histroy of the bed, we’ve still come a long way. We don’t have to use a bedstaff to knock out vermin before going to sleep.

And we don’t have to really “make” our beds anew everynight.

..Thus, um.. ah crap, i was trying to go for another analogy where X cooks Y because Y has X, but i can’t think of anything.

HELP?

We see a giant crab, (wearing a chef hat natürlich) , his eyestalks moving furiously, uses his claws to deftly flip some fried whore dust in the air like an omelete.

The mixture lands with precision in the center of the pan, as he adds a sprig of parsley and pours the contents over some veal he prepared.

A food runner grabs the savory plate from the shelf..

“Don’t worry, the crematorium says Lindsay Lohan is almost done and they’ll have her shipped here within the hour.”

“Well, OK…but that’s probably only enough for about ten dishes.”

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