In this chapter of "Never Hit a Mayonnaise Jar with a Baseball Bat,"
I thought we could expand our minds with a little bit of poetry.
A Tale of Love and Loss
by Anonymous (which is a clever new way of spelling Simon Psyc)
Who wears short shorts?
I wear short shorts.
Wait no I don't.
You wear short shorts?
You sick little monkey.
Then the audience comprized mostly of monocles- some of them without people
behind them all and begins applauding in that annoying pretentious way.
"Oh what a great profound peice."
"That was so good I crapped in my knickers."
And everyone moves away from that guy.