I wish to heck I could help. I'm no poet, and I know it, my feet show it, uhm, size 9.

Is it: Whose dish is upon the chopping block?

Maybe this is excessive:

I figured for this Erg:

Bathroom, bathroom. Enlarged prostate.

You don't want to know.

Hey, been in my head.

Idiot.

Ok, I see my mistake since you're all existential and everything.

Saw a Zombies song posted. To me Rod Argent made that group so I thought I'd drop this here. Fire up a blunt, dobbie, joint, bourbon, whatever and enjoy.

Ray played for your grandfathers Packers, bonehead.

The Trill is Gone

Oh shit, you idiot. Green Bay Packers his first name was Ray.

Of course Sammy was great, at missing the point, missing the cut off man, wait, maybe that was Soriano.

Ya know, I've been wondering. Is it Ben-waa? Or Ben-Oit (like Detroit if you're not french).

No.

Ya know what the tragedy is here?

I actually meant that the most vulnerable part is the head. Too much padding elsewhere. Plus, you grab and punch, headfirst.

And she also likes to go to the Waffle House for breakfast on nights when it's raining

You really have to peek under the sweater to understand why you are wrong.