Two vampire bats are hanging on a ledge. One has blood on his face.
The other bat asks, “Where did you get that blood from?”
The first bat sighs. “Do you see that clocktower at the edge of town?”
The other bat squints and then says, “Yes, I see it.”
“Well,” grouched the bloodied bat, “I didn’t.”
“Somebody told me your owl impression was terrible.”
“What!?”
“Yeah, that’s terrible.”
Pretty much every year my BFF used to throw reunion parties re: a beloved 80’s Detroit punk club. She even arranged for the club’s DJ to spin, and while he’d often play this song, I’m reminded of a particular night that he did.
An old friend who’s sung in heavy duty punk and metal bands for decades wandered up to the front of the bar, where I was sat with my BFF. He began singing along. I was rather amused, and quite pleased that even he enjoys that silly, wonderful pop/punk song, so I jumped right in, singing the harmony.
In pure old school Detroit punk stylee, we never made eye contact nor ever said anything about it. Singing harmony with him to this of all songs will remain one of my most treasured memories.
Well, that and the night at another reunion when he called me a lunatic! That’s akin to being told you’re good at basketball by Magic Johnson!
When life magic gives you lemons……
Why did the mermaid wear sea shells?
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Cos her boobs were too big for B shells.