Signs of more economic stagnation at Christie's Rock Memorabilia Auction last night as yuppies with burning wallets failed to bid on many items, including this rare cocktail napkin REM’s Michael Stipe scribbled his usually incomprehensible lyrics on.
We bring our readers these excerpts as a rare glimpse inside the workings of this ancient Athenian's mind:
Everybody Hurts.
Everybody Schleps.
Everybody Toots.
Everybody Poops.
Everybody Pooper Scoops.
Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting
Everybody Hurts.
Everybody Have Fun Tonight.
Everybody Wang Chung Tonight,
Everybody Wets Their Bed Sometimes Cause They're too half asleep to get up and pee.
Everybody Shaves.
Everbody Loves Raymond.
Hold on, I'm writing here.
Everybody cries.
I said Hold on!
Everybody gonna cry when Kong dies.
Do you think he likes me?
Everybody Feels Like Dirt.
Everybody's Gone Surfin.
Everybody's Talking at me.
Even dogs.
They hurt too.
They're like tiny, furry peoples.
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