Oh. My. God. No, no, seriously, oh my God! Okay, so I'm on the bus and this drunk-as-a-skunk guy starts singing:
There's a skeeter on my peter
Whack it off!
There's a skeeter on my peter
Whack it off!
All to the tune of "She'll be comin' 'round the mountain...".
I thought I was going to die laughing. I had to get off the bus lest some old lady smack me with her purse for being a pervert.
And in Winnipeg, if you ever plan on taking public transportation, I warn you now: there is always a drunk guy (at least one) doing something inappropriate and half the bus is chock full of little old ladies getting their feathers ruffled about something or other.
Everybody now!
Whack it off!
There's a skeeter on my peter
Whack it off!
All to the tune of "She'll be comin' 'round the mountain...".
I thought I was going to die laughing. I had to get off the bus lest some old lady smack me with her purse for being a pervert.
And in Winnipeg, if you ever plan on taking public transportation, I warn you now: there is always a drunk guy (at least one) doing something inappropriate and half the bus is chock full of little old ladies getting their feathers ruffled about something or other.
Everybody now!
There's a skeeter on my peter
Whack it off!
One more time!
Whack it off!
One more time!
There's a skeeter on my peter
Whack it off!
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
Whack it off!
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.
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