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Abraham, Abraham,
Why so scared?
Did you find something nasty in your shoe?
Abraham, Abraham,
Why so surprised?
So, you’ve got a baby son at a-hundred-and-two?
Abraham, Abraham,
Why so amused?
Change that diaper! What’s wrong with you?
It’s been a while since we updated the items for sale at the Dead Pocket Shop. For a limited time you can get the new design featuring The Weird Penguin. He’s a connoisseur of fine purple Jell-o. This image was inspired by the one and only Jarred D.
Just click the link above to own your own piece of Dead Pocket history.
Old, old Abraham,
Strange, strange beard.
Looks a mess,
Smells really weird.
Twisting hair,
Barbers beware,
Of old, old Abraham,
And his strange, strange beard.
Tuesday of this week, the Federal Bureau of Investigative Procedures and Inquisitive Actions apprehended Alwart Grumus – AKA Petey the Whistler AKA The Neck – at a carnival in North Carolina.
Abraham was a handsome man,
From his head down to his feet.
He’d flash his smile, big and wide,
To everyone he’d meet.
But when he got too old,
And his beard hung low,
He sat right there in his seat.
Something unfortunate happened during our Dia de los Muertos Bolsillos celebrations. El Dead Pocket Station is feeling a bit under the weather. Posts will resume by 11/13/09.
My name is Carvin. I I have a recurring dream in which I’m standing at the edge of a huge void, staring at my watch. I wake feeling like I was waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever happens in these dreams. I thought on one occasion that I had smelled some sort of burnt plastic. But I can’t be sure that was the dream.
I’ll tell you more about that later. Right now I’d like to tell you about my day.
… to be continued.
