I believe there is nothing more manly one can do than take a shower with five other guys. It's true, it's not a joke, it's early cavemen, you know. Cro-Magnon wandering through the fog, you know, scrubbing five other sapiens, no homo
I wanna do a poem for you, some poems for you, right now. I've got the chimes:
*Chime plays*
Ooh, a genie just came! Alright, um...
Now that we're a little halfway through the show, I'd sorta like to take the pressure off you, the audience, and just read some serious poetry, then we'll kinda go back to the giggles. This is from my book, "Egghead", that some of you may already have, or, something, so I won't keep it too long, in case, you know, some of you have heard this stuff, but, uh... Just sit back and enjoy, uh, this, uh, poetry
"Roses are gray
Violets are a different shade of gray
Let's go chase cars."
That's by a dog
*Chimes play*
This is a poem about women's bodies, and the ability to transform your body issues, and transcend them:
"Martha was ugly, like a shaven baboon
So she wrapped herself up in a curtain cocoon
And after a week, she finally emerged
She smelled like shit. What a psycho."
*Chimes play*
You can't transcend them, I guess that's the moral
"Me, with my strange choice of adjectives
You, with your muscular teeth
And clockwise vagina."
*Chimes play*
I wanna do a poem for you, some poems for you, right now. I've got the chimes:
*Chime plays*
Ooh, a genie just came! Alright, um...
Now that we're a little halfway through the show, I'd sorta like to take the pressure off you, the audience, and just read some serious poetry, then we'll kinda go back to the giggles. This is from my book, "Egghead", that some of you may already have, or, something, so I won't keep it too long, in case, you know, some of you have heard this stuff, but, uh... Just sit back and enjoy, uh, this, uh, poetry
"Roses are gray
Violets are a different shade of gray
Let's go chase cars."
That's by a dog
*Chimes play*
This is a poem about women's bodies, and the ability to transform your body issues, and transcend them:
"Martha was ugly, like a shaven baboon
So she wrapped herself up in a curtain cocoon
And after a week, she finally emerged
She smelled like shit. What a psycho."
*Chimes play*
You can't transcend them, I guess that's the moral
"Me, with my strange choice of adjectives
You, with your muscular teeth
And clockwise vagina."
*Chimes play*
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