Funka to the hey puddin' to the tron

+ hey puddin'

2003-01-28

So I'm sitting out on my deck, sucking back a big old glass of Long Island Ice Tea, and I'm thinking, you know what would make this the perfect moment - if the world's oceans were actually made of chocolate pudding. I mean, just think of the kind of fish you'd be pulling out of the thing, those would be some pudding-streamlined fish.

And nobody would say, "Hey, let's throw another shrimp on the barbie!" because dude, you can't barbecue pudding.

Because the fish would be made of pudding. In a pudding-ocean world.