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A Song By: PiP the Angry Youth Rubber Band Suicide Two years ago I was really really bored, so I decided to go over to my friend Bob's house and just hang around and bum food. We had nothing better to do so we headed down to the supermarket to loiter. I went strolling down isle #5 and there they were... MY RUBBER BANDS! I went over to take some and stuff them into my jacket, they were so beautiful. There were all kinds: blue, green, red, tan and even teal. They came in all sizes too... big AND small. I was happy with what i had until I saw it, a rubber band from a lobster's claw. It was then, that exact moment, that I realized that's the rubber band I'd like to be buried with. (CHORUS) Rubber Band Suicide, Latex Genocide, A holocaust of stretchiness, Blew my head off, what a mess. A stretchy circle of despair, I shoot it up in the air, People running out of breath, To escape elastic death. I named the rubber band "ed" after my penis. I won't tell you how I named it now, that's a different story. Anyway, I kept "Ed" underneath my bed among my PlayBoys and other sexual paraphenilia and vowed that when I was ready to die, "Ed" would be a major part of it. (CHORUS) Around 13 months after that I asked a girl out, but She said: (GIRL) - "No way you rubber band freak!" Well, that hurt, that hurt alot. So I went home and commenced to cry. I then reached under my bed and pulled out "Ed", "Ed" looked larger and much more powerful than ever before. I put one end up to my head and pulled back the other end as far as I could and then released it! JEEZUZ! That hurt. It didn't kill me so much as just bruise me. So I repeatedly whacked myself with "Ed". Eventually I lost coheseiveness, fell asleep and never woke up. My Mother found my body crumpled & bruised upon the floor and she said: (MOM) - "Gosh, that must've taken a while." ... and left the room. Well, that's it, that's my story. I hope you can learn from it. (CHORUS) Call the asylum 9o89149318 h/p/v/a/c

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