(walking down an Astoria street.)
Ryan: It smells like Parmesan cheese.
Rick: Yeah, and it seems to be getting stronger.
Ryan: I bet somebody's buried around here.
Rick: Dead people smell like Parmesan cheese?
Ryan: I don't know.
Rick: (breaking out in song) Dead people smell like Parmesan cheese, dead people smell like Parmesan cheese. Cheese, cheese! Parmesan cheese.
Rick and Ryan: Dead people smell like Parmesan cheese, dead people smell like Parmesan cheese. Cheese, cheese! Parmesan cheese!
(Repeat a few more times, then we notice a near-by funeral home.)
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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