Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes
jervo

  • Mood:
sung to the tune of "I'm So Tired":

i'm soooo bored
i've got nothing to do
i'm soooo bored
my brain has turned to goo
i wonder should i get up and start sniffing some glue.... (no no no...)

i'm soooo bored
i want to go to sleep
i'm soooo bored
i should have brought some weed
i wonder should i get up out of my desk and start to scream...

you say
get a new job but it's
stupid
they're all pretty dumb, you know i
can't quit
i'm all outta dough, you know the
rent's due
i'm gonna explode
you know i'd give you everything i've got for a little piece of mind

contribute your own verse, we'll do a singalong.
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