(A/N: I got reeeeeeaaaaalllllyyy bored here. Like, let's-watch-paint-dry bored. You have been warned.)
There once was a ghost and a bass
Who admired each other's ass
Then Myrtle and he
Swam harmoniously
Until he passed some gas.
(A/N: I warned you. My grandma showed up here. At 9 in the morning. ON A SATURDAY! What sane person is actually voluntarily awake at that time? Apparently, she's gone batty. But I love her anyway. Still, I'll have to disconnect the doorbell.)
