A word to the wise ain’t necessary – it’s the stupid ones that need the advice.
All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height.
How many people here have telekenetic powers? Raise my hand.
My computer is like a super computer! It never lags. It is just my mind slowing down like in Matrix
Here’s a little song about four wet pigs,
Just a little song about four wet pigs,
Two are little, two are big,
they’re all dancing at the Mud-time jig.
The two that are little, little as an ear of corn
The two that are big, well they’re bigger than a barn,
bigger than a barn, taller than a tree,
Truck’em on down to the factory.
Cut ‘em into bacon, slice ’em into ham,
chop ’em into hot dogs, squeeze ’em into spam.
Throw their little eyes out in the rain,
throw their little eyes out in the rain,
throw their beady little piggy eyes out into the rain.
Pickle their feet and pickle their brains.
Here’s a little song about two wet pigs,
standing at the slop trough, smoking their cigs,
wishing to god they’d never get big