Tuesday, February 27, 2007

here is where it goes down sloth


when we do battle for the mm painting. careful of the erupting boils - hot lava will coat your sloth hairs burning and maiming and slowing you down while the fb scoots the boot scoot up through the fire - fierce. i promise to use no magix. just the magix of my gut and my naturally webbed and sticky-coated feets.

12 comments:

fairy butler said...

the blizzcon emits a random electric charge accompanied by the laugh of 1000 demons.

sloth said...

fb, in response to my pathetic and suicidal cry for help, you try to pique the sloth's instinct for survival with a challenge to duel. It is sweet, but there's no contest, really. I will simply sit on the BlizzCon with my gigantic sloth butt. Game over, suckafish!

mountain man said...

FB how to you scoot the boot scoot? I want to learn.

fb said...

mm, it is similar to the movements of the caterpillar. use this mental image.

sloth, we must duel, if only for the sport. the game is SO not over.

sloth said...

welllll, if you insist... I am suiting up for battle, fb. I'll bring a Super Soaker full of Oxi (not oxy) for the boils. fur algae will protect me from the lava-fire. beware the sloths, fb, we are slow but determined lil rodents.

peeds said...

You guys are tough. As much as I would like to own Clipper, I think I am outta my league! So I will be the ref., if you need one.

sloths said...

Robot Ref! PD, you will look snappy in stripes & a whistle.

krixfort said...

Fb, when will you give demonstrations of the majix in your gut?

enquiring minds want to know.

brooks and dunn said...

Out in the country past the city limits sign
Well there's a honky tonk near the county line
The joint starts jumpin everynight when the sun goes down
They got whiskey women music & smoke
It's where all the country folk go to boot scootin' boogie

I've got a good job I work hard for my money
When it's quittin time I hit the door runnin'
I fire up my pickup truck & let the horses run
I go flyin' down that highway to that hide-a-way
Stuck out in the woods to do the boot scootin' boogie


Yeah, heel, toe, docie doe come on baby let's go boot scootin
Cadilac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie

The bartender asks me says son what'll it be
I want a shot at that redhead yonder lookin' at me
The dance floors hoppin' & it's hotter than the fourth of July
I see outlaws, inlaws crooks & straights all out makin' it shake
Doin' the boot scootin' boogie

Yeah, heel, toe, docie doe come on baby let's go boot scootin
Cadilac black jack, baby meet me outback we're gonna boogie
Oh get down, turn around go to town boot scootin' boogie

it's a secret said...

anything you want you can get if you just know the secret.

Lissa Ning said...

what's the secret? you can tell me -- whisper it to me.

Anonymous said...

boot scooting is found in many different cultures