Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Anaemic up in hurr

A dedication to the kid who used to sit in Kiwanis Park.
Collective works by Cathy & Kara.
All I do is lose my iron
An-e-mic, up in here
Ya’ll I need a blood test
An-e-mic, up in here
Yall gon make me supp-le-ment
An-e-mic, up in here
I'm anaemic up in hurr
ain't got me no iron pills
spend all ma money on chicks and booze
and paying all ma bills.
don't want no meat,
dat I don't eat.
Yo I be pale n feelin tired
Sound serious fool
I get dem headaches, ain’t wired
Dat aint cool
Cravin pa-per, er-rat-ic
What chu got?
I’m mofo An-e-mic
Hell dawg, get dem pills
Ain’t got da mun-ee
You spent it all on grills
Yea, aint so fun-ee.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Taiters worldwide.

spectrum to big roar, east to west-side.
Dey lurk in the office, always on da phone,
'Honey what's for dinner, what time you be home?'
Make's me wanna hurl, right out tha door,
After the DLC, need to be moppin' tha floor.
Taiters in london, cookin' bad cake,
They just peeved cos they can't bake.
Taiters be sayin 'you giving me nothing today',
Yo I be workin, those words you should unsay.
They're always on the phone, all ova the world,
Listening to tha rantin is why I hurled.
Have weird hobbies, talk about tea,
Don't mention God, that's blas-phem-y.
From Adelaide to London town, taiters every-where,
No matter where you go, there one to de-clare.
Yo I be workin, those words you should unsay.
They're always on the phone, all ova the world,
Listening to tha rantin is why I hurled.
Have weird hobbies, talk about tea,
Don't mention God, that's blas-phem-y.
From Adelaide to London town, taiters every-where,
No matter where you go, there one to de-clare.
By Cathy & Kara
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Solution for using the Beach House ferris wheel.

Get those taiters up on dat wheel,
Baking all day long, that's tha deal.
Spinning around, looking down at me,
Cooking like ro-tiss-er-ie.
See dats whatcha get for the compost peel,
Doesn't belong in the fridge yo what's the deal.
In the wheel of ferris, we can't hear ya'll,
Don't try and escape, yo might fall.
All you do is talk about a nanna style plant,
You drove me so crazy with your rant.
So that's what yo get fo talking crap,
Cookin' yo ass, can't argue with dat.
Spinnin' 360 degrees fo an hour or four,
Finally peace and quiet, can't ask for more.
Baked dem crispy in the carr-aige
Tha complain' clocked too high on ma-gauge
Be needin some peace on this fine day
Up in da ferris is where you'll stay.
By Cathy & Kara
Word of the day.
Everyone needs a kid
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