There’s a peanut sitting there on the chair growing hair, because it wants to be a rock star someday.
If it puts on a pair of round spectacles, we’ll have to call him John Legume.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
There’s a peanut sitting there on the chair growing hair, because it wants to be a rock star someday.
If it puts on a pair of round spectacles, we’ll have to call him John Legume.
He wanted to be like Lennon, which made me McCartney, I guess. We never needed George or Ringo – nor, as it turned out, Yoko.