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| In regards to yesterday's 'Weenie Man' comic, I have gotten volumes of criticism. Apparently I thoroughly messed up the lyrics. I am here today to resolve this grievous error. | |
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| I know a weenie man. He owns a weenie stand. He sells most everything from hotdogs on down, down, down, down. Someday, I'll be in his life, I'll be his weenie wife. Hot dog, I love that weenie man! | |
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| To further make amends, I have placed myself in this trash can... | |
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| And lit myself on fire, to prevent any further misquotings. I hope this is a suitable closure to this situation. | |
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| How selfish! I've been waiting for just the right time to light him on fire, and he goes and beats me to the punch. | |
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