"oh man, during the camping...my cousins and my brother kept saying your name..."herman" lol. my cousin (12 year old) played truth or dare with me...and he was like..."who do you like? honestly" i was like..."hmmmm..." then he was like.."herman isn't it?" then they chanted your name "herman. herman. herman. herman." getting louder each time. the adults were looking strangely at us, wondering who herman was."
it's true, i am that famous.
7.7.04
finally!
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who's vest
some men hunt for sport...
others hunt for food...
the only thing i'm hunting for
is an outfit that looks good...
see my vest, see my vest
made from real gorilla chest
feel this sweater, there's no better
than authentic Irish Setter.
see this hat, 'twas my cat.
my evening wear, vampire bat.
these white slippers are albino
african endangered rhino.
grizzly bear underwear,
turtle necks i've got my share.
beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest
try my red robin suit,
it comes one breast or two...
see my vest, see my vest, see my vest.
Like my loafers, former gophers,
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best...
So let's prepare these dogs,
Kill two for matching clogs!
See my vest! See me vest!
Oh, please, won't you see my veeeeeesst!
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oh yeah, nova scotia is built on breton crackers. put a few of those down your pants instead.
i love that song
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