With This Stint We Look At Print!

So as the "enjoy your winter, smash a printer" send off was on the go, Oui Oui mentioned how their human was an actual printer at their show. You know, someone who works at printing stuff to and fro. This amused the cat and so we go down that road at my mat.

Smash a printer,
I mean tin junk.
Might get a splinter,
But you won't be sunk.

For a human can be one,
And if a smashing came due.
You would sure have less fun,
Dropping the soap and showing your gazoo.

Then there are others as well,
That may confuse the brain dead.
Well is one that might cause them hell,
As they may call Lassie to be fed.

Say dam and their may be a big shock,
If you are near a prude.
They may pick up a rock,
And hit you for being rude.

Even something as simple as a sock,
Can cause a scene.
For one can smell making people gawk,
Or they could whack you and be mean.

Do you know what I mean?
So you say I am shrewd?
I mean I wasn't mean but serene.
Damn, brain dead dude.

Then to top it off,
There is little old me.
It could make me scoff,
But I can read between the lines at my sea.

For a little rhyming ass,
Is not a mule.
It is the thing that passes gas,
And that is way more cool.

So a word to the wise,
Be careful what you type.
For if the brain dead come like flies,
After sucking on their druggie pipe.

They make take your words to heart,
And actaully go another way.
They aren't as sharp as a dart,
More like as dull a spoon on display.

Have to admit I never thought of an actual human printer, I guess Oui Oui opened my mind this winter. But now thanks to them the cat has the warning for all, if you can't get it right or read between the lines, go bounce your head against the wall. Then maybe nothing brain dead like will come to pass. Either way though, at least I am not an actual little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.