Put the posies in the pot outside the partial portholes in Peter's purple pachyderm.
Tell it to San Juan, who gives a damn.
Quick - someone poop in my hat.
That's not...oh, yes it is.
Because that's where directions come from.
Who's got the koo-koo?
Remember that boss? The one with the skin?
Where did north go?
Intel never did get that thing it wanted.
I want my name to be Spaghetti.
Think about that while you're falling down.
You aren't allowed to sing while you poop.
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