Op Ed for the Bacon Boys
"It's a douche tree!"
"No it aint. It's a stint in the piffin. A muff for Clinton cabinetry."
"Yeah, it is. I laid in it once, with Ma Rainey and the carollers. It felt like a yo-yo ma poetry festival...without the puree. without them STD's."
Whooooeee. Hear them bells a ringing. Hear them raindrops a falling. Gas Prices are down and the "let's be" parade is just beginning.
"Let's make a deal. Together, this time. Not like that time in the armory when we held the banquet in an ordinary embrace."
"Well O.K. That's my anthem, anyhow."
"Brown Sugar?"
Let's fold that tart crust softly so the unbleached flour doth not stick to the almond choplets. Let's talk a bit slower. Hold our heads higher. Get out the vote, bitch! Get out the vote.
"No it aint. It's a stint in the piffin. A muff for Clinton cabinetry."
"Yeah, it is. I laid in it once, with Ma Rainey and the carollers. It felt like a yo-yo ma poetry festival...without the puree. without them STD's."
Whooooeee. Hear them bells a ringing. Hear them raindrops a falling. Gas Prices are down and the "let's be" parade is just beginning.
"Let's make a deal. Together, this time. Not like that time in the armory when we held the banquet in an ordinary embrace."
"Well O.K. That's my anthem, anyhow."
"Brown Sugar?"
Let's fold that tart crust softly so the unbleached flour doth not stick to the almond choplets. Let's talk a bit slower. Hold our heads higher. Get out the vote, bitch! Get out the vote.
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