i heard a rumor that this new puppeteer in the neighborhood where i go to my coffee shop is naked down in his puppet booth thing, which i guess he wheels to the corner and then wheels home at night.
ok i didn't "hear" that he's naked in there exactly.
i ... invented it.
then started spreading it around.
now whenever he's out i march with a placard that says
"BAN THE PUPPETEER!
HE'S NEKKID IN THEER!
HE'S NOT WEARING PANTS!
LET'S SHIP HIS ASS TO FRANCE!"
i know my rhyme scheme appears forced, but i'm making a point and i'm educating society, so you can bite me.
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iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's beginningtolookalooooooootliiiiiiiikechreeeeeeestmaaaaaaaaaas!
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeverywheeeeeeeeeeeeeereyougoooooooooooooo!
can you picture me singing that song?
yeah. yeah. now you've got it. oh yeah. you naughty thing! imagining me in an elf costoom, no less!
ooh. i like the way you think, santa bear.
