Talk:Guards N' Retards: Pointy Things/@comment-32.209.72.54-20170910023157

Twinkle, Twinkle, Patrick Star I made myself a sandwich. My mommy named it Fred. It tastes like beans and bacon, and smells like it's been dead.

Writing stuff is hard, so I use a pointy pencil. pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, point. P.U. what's that horrible smell?!

DRUM SOLO!

I have a head, It ends in a point. Pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, pointy, point.

This song is over, except for this line. You win this round, Broccoli!