 Things were going good for me after I invented the rocket-powered moped. But tragically, I slammed into an old woman with a bellyful of prunes going 280 miles per hour. It was a mess. |
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 The resulting lawsuit and trial lead to the loss of my splendid new house, and my eventual incarseration. Oddly enough, James Brown was my cellmate. |
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 Sure he anally rapes me every night, but damn, that f*cker can dance! |
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