And then I thought, "Hmmm, I could make a movie, starring me and Multo!"
But first I needed to make me a Multo. I looked around and assembled some supplies. Sorry Miss Texas - not only are you going to have a sex change operation, you are going to become a new species of alien, a Multo Cone, to be specific. Vegetarian Chili... Hmmph!
I just knew I would have my Multo singing in the new movie I was going to make - so I started humming to myself - loosening up the vocal cords. "Ahhh, ahhh, sooool, la, fahhhhhh, doe, ray, meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
My Multo Cone came to life very quickly - and by that time - I was singing (if you can call it that) to the tune of Macho Man by the Village People.
Body...wanna feel my body?
Body...such a thrill my body
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body
Check it out my body, body
Don't you doubt my body, body
Talkin' bout my body, body
Check it out my body!
I nearly positive Little Iggy was downright nauseated. The Pointy Hair Boss looked ready to hurl. I guess I better hold off singing in that movie until I get some lessons. But in the meantime, I decided to practice!
Every guy wants to be a Multo! Multo! Cone!
To have the kind of body, always onna phone!
Jogging in the mornings, go Cone go!
Works out in the health spa, muscles glow!
You can best believe that, he's a Multo Cone....
Ready to get down with, he be in the zone!
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Multo, Multo Cone! (Multo Cone)
I've got to be, a Multo Cone!
Multo, Multo Cone!
I've got to be a Multo! Ow....
By this point, I was standing on my desk with my air guitar and howling!
Multo, Multo Cone!
I've got to be, a Multo Cone!
Multo, Multo Cone! (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be a Multo!
You can tell a Multo, he has a funky walk
His western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
Call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he's a Multo Cone
Likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Multo, Multo Cone!
I've got to be, a Multo Cone!
Multo, Multo Cone!
I've got to be a Multo! (all right)........
The boss came by and took my nice padded strait-jacket off it's well worn hook and gently placed me in it. He said, "Iggy, you will never be alright, but this way, we can be sure you won't hurt yourself."
9 comments:
Oh lordy man, just tell me you didn't fall off the desk...
LMAO you've done it again and I need my head examined for reading this right before bedtime... will have the multocone tune running through my head all night long!
*heads off to brush my teeth laughing*
Awww...poor Miss Texas, but her new transformation is pretty cute. :)
*snortlez*
Looks like someone's been dippin into the Nyquil again!
*Checks to make sure that straight jacket is secure*
Dude that is awesome.
I think we are long lost soul mates or something. Seriously. We are so similar. One post hilarious, the next extremely sentimental. Throw in some random life stuff, and that's me and you!
i think you need to get out more and cut back on the meds..remember sweety it's 2 every 4 hours not 4 every 2 hours..
That's more fun than Mr. Potato Head :)
So adorable!! Like YOU!!
Thank you - for everything.
I didn't quite expect that when you said you wanted to make a Multo. Mr. Pointy-Haired Boss was more unhappy with Multo-cone than your singing, probably.
Poor Miss Texas! I thought she might try to compete again next year. I guess not anymore, lol.
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