Whenever I see a girl in a flowy summery dress walking moodily on the beaches, I involuntarily sing that song.
~ I met a girl, cute as can be… ~
A sports season that depends on a reduction in the number of mysterious deaths on the team…There may be something wrong with your town.
hmmm, which is more key? egg whites or not so many mysterious deaths?
Yeah… remember when I didn’t go?
Solution: Start playing gangs on PCP on your football team.
I’d recommend a lot of night games.
Oh, yeah, Chanterelle! I remember her!
Or an indoor stadium.
I was thinking… chanterelle mushroom! Delicious!
Enter Officer Douche
at least it’s an exotic mushroom 
How does Ken Douche know she’s not some college kid?
You went over 7000, and I didn’t even notice! Congratulations!
~Met a boy, crazy for me…~
Someone actually thot we were weird for twitterokeing this song. Pshaw!!
Heeeeeere’s Larry! Or Ken, as the case may be.
Yup, she’s delicious and exotic.
thank you!!
Ken Douche is absolutely creepy. He’s got the kidnappy molestery speech down, cold.
If you grew up never having seen Grease, then a small piece of your childhood has been stolen from you. You should ask your parents for a refund.
I don’t, I blame you
Joyce’s harshness continues
(but I still love her)
Hail Lady, Poster of Things, Knower of Stuff!