
Episode #6
26| Treat Your Body Like a Temple (of Doom)
We're halfway through the school year, and the Human Resources Human has really pushed my buttons. Today, I am shedding some light on the tragedy involving the Magnifying Glass Club. The chemistry lab explosion goes to show that 'science' and 'getting to second base' SHOULD REMAIN MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE. Say, people listen to this show live, right? Today we go back into Jambalaya history and learn about a mascot who lives in legend and a gerbil who carried the basketball team to many victories. Let's all take the plunge to learn about our new lunch lads and ladies! Substitute teacher Mr Chungus will be gone for a while; I know I'm not taking care of his cats in his absence. Thank you to Harlot's Web and Rice Krispie Threats for sponsoring—not Budweiser :( The music for this episode was performed by Nothings. Find more excellently produced tunes at Nothings.bandcamp.com This month Vice Principal Mr Jonesandmi performed Arms Down at My Waist, a parody of Eyes Without a Face by Billy Idol. Lyrics: You're in the ER, hit by a fast car. It dragged you really far. Your open eyes now see the only one here is me. You feel very lonely. You extend your arms; it's setting off alarms. I just clench my palms. (Bras le long du corps) With my arms down at my waist. (Bras le long du corps) With arms down at my waist. (Bras le long du corps) Arms down at my waist. You won't feel my embrace with arms down at my waist. Grandma wants a hug; she needs a cheek to tug and plant a kiss on my mug. Reluctant embrace—I feel so out of place—I threw up on her face. (Bras le long du corps) With my arms down at my waist. (Bras le long du corps) With arms down at my waist. (Bras le long du corps) Arms down at my waist. Your chest can't get a taste with my arms down at my waist. When there's something tragic, you lose your grip, falling off your bicycle and bite a lip. Get a scar, suffer lost wages—ooo—blood in your stool. Holding out your arms real wide while my two arms at by my side. Sporting a frown—wooo. Lost all savings on a bad investing tip, something running down your leg when you let one rip. You want a hug, but I don't care, so shoot a glare; life ain't fair; I'll only hug you on a dare. My torso is chaste, these biceps go to waste; this chest is an empty space. Another's body heat—a foreign concept to me—I hear it can't be beat. (Bras entrelacés) With my arms around your waist. (Bras entrelacés) Your arms around my waist. (Bras entrelacés) My arms below your waist. I feel your soft embrace. We're intertwined like lace. I have no more complaints with your arms around my waist. Please share this with anyone that you think may enjoy it. I don't know where to find my audience.





