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Weirdalisms
#1
Apologies to B52's Love Shack

If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
Fifteen miles to the, stab shack, stab shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Francisco highway
Lookin' for the stab right of way
Headed for the stab right of way, stab right of way
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
And we're headin' on down to the stab shack
I got me a chrysler, it seats about twenty
So hurry up and bring your salle dues money
The stab shack is a little old place where
We can lunge together
Stab shack Yeti
A stab shack Yeti

Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack

Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack

Sign says, woo, stay away foils
'Cause stab rules at the stab shack
Well it's set way back in the middle of a piste
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Knickers on the mattress
Knickers on the highway
Knickers on the front porch
Knickers on the hallway
The stab shack is a little old place where
We can lunge together
Stab shack Yeti

Stab shack Yeti
Stab shack, that's where it's at
Stab shack, that's where it's at
Flechin' and a-thrustin', parryin' and a-stabbin'
Wearin' just the knickers 'cause it's ass we'll be grabbin
The whole shack shimmies
Yeah the whole shack shimmies
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's fencin' around
And around and around and around
Everybody's fencin', everybody's lungin' baby
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's lungin' baby
Funky little shack
Funky little shack
Hop in my chrysler, it's as big as a whale
And it's about to set sail
I got me a car, it seats about twenty, so come on
And bring your salle dues money
The stab shack is a little old place where
We can get together
Stab shack Yeti
A stab shack Yeti

Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack

Stab shack, Yeti stab shack (oh Yeti that's where it's at)
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack (Yeti that's where it's at)
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti!
Knock a little louder Yeti!
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti!
I can't hear you
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti!
Lunge a little deeper sugar!
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti!
I can't hear you
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti, knock a little louder
Lunge lunge lunge on the floor Yeti! Lunge Lunge!
On the floor Yeti, Lunge Lunge!
On the door, Lunge Lunge!
On the floor YetiLunge Lunge!
You're what?
Tin foil
Rusted!


Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack


Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
Stab shack, Yeti stab shack
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#2
That was just so...*beautiful*! [Sniff!]
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.
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#3
I just had to get that out of my head after your text.
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#5
That is funny...

--tg
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