oct 21 in idea barrages

Why say “strip bar” when you can say “privates club”?

Current brain status: mashing up Chuck E Cheese and the Make Believe Band’s “Disco Dancing Dinosaur Party” with the theme song to the late Eighties’ Ninja Turtles cartoon.

You know a song is confident in its power when it can just end on “doo doo d-doo-d-doo doo doo d-doo-doo-doo”. That’s a power move. That’s a “yeah, I can do lyrics but I don’t WANT to” move.

I like to think that Crocs are all secretly slow-to-hatch eggs and one day, all the rubber eggs that everyone bought to put on their feet are finally born and it’s Invasion of the Crocodiles up in here.

“But I was an ASTRO-naut.” “I know but absolutely no way.” “And then I got hit with rays that got me flying powers and now I GLIDE around.” “I’ve told you, you can’t.” “Why can’t my superhero name be ASTRO-GLIDE, then?” “…I’m not sure if you mind is ready for this truth.”

Someone got bit by the rap bug and now they have rhymes disease.

The superhero that protects truck stops called “Flying J”. He has the power to fly, I guess.

A G.I. Joe / Food Fighters crossover character called “Pestro”.