to the tune of Oklahoma
Kei Igawa, where his heater comes sweepin' nice and plain
And the wavin' mass can sure smell ass
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Kei Igawa, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch the homers
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
For nine years, we have been making comic books. We are about to publish our masterpiece...
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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