Improdome 3/14/07

Ring, ring, buzz, buzz; never knew who it was. But it was fun with me and Hon as I checked out her beaver buns. Beaver as in the animal, the kind that builds the den, not some perverted, crazy, fuck'in hen. As in peck on my neck, what the heck. Gett'in perverted yet? What the steck or stack, or mack, or back; wanna lack or find or rind or grind, or bind: whatever. I don't mind. Where's the booth, it's so uncooth and aloof, blue tooth. How rude talking on the phone in the middle of the show. We could be doing good blow, or blow job -- you drooling, kinky, snob. Go eat some corn on the cob. Hey, but that wasn't in the show -- you're go'in so fast, go slow, go slow, go slow. Good night BoBo!