The following was written in a notebook by Jon while he, Loren, and I were eating at the Hunan Garden on South Dobson Road in Mesa (in case we get somehow famous and you want to go see where it all began). By the way, I actually was eating shrimp-fried rice.
Hello Jessica, um, I'm writing in your book in the middle of Hunan Garden. I'm going to write a song, O.K....
Picture "The Hanging Garden" playing as I sing:
Cockroaches dancing in the pan
Frying until they explode
In the shrimp-fried rice
That you just ate
In the shrimp-fried rice
The roaches dance on your plate
Fall, fall, fall, fall into your mouth
Jump, jump, in your stomach
Fall, fall, fall, fall into the bathroom
Cover my face as Jessica vomits
In the Hunan Garden
In the Hunan Garden
Cover my face as Jessica PUKES!!!
In the Hunan Garden
