Just like me and Nasir Jones the Royal Family had to take a shit today.

Good day class. Today we will learn about the roots of urban biomechanics and how they shaped the decade of the 1980s.

How much did you invest in the investigation. Was it enough for a vacation? To see Hatians? Did it give you elation? Did you have to pay Chad Mason? Or Debbie Orlando to come to my home? Did she give you dome? Or just sex over the phone? Until you heard a dial tone? Where ever you roam use soap until there's foam. If you have hair use a comb or a brush. I think most you have brains of mush. When do I keep anything hush hush? It's you and your lack of trust. So put tinfoil on your head and recite the lyrics of Right Said Fred. Survey says, you're dead.

Just a moment...

Since all the cool people don't want to hang out and hate everyone. There's always the light beer guys.

In the year 2042 everyone uses cannabis in one form or another. The World Government grows all of the marijuana in a facility in South Africa. It is illegal to grow your own or smoke unregulated marijuana. The marijuana they grow is genetically modified to make giant elephant sized buds to keep up with the demand. One afternoon a bungling nurse drops a jar of mealybugs which feed on marijuana. During the night the bugs feed on the plants and grow to monstrous proportions.

Jesus is my lil' fighter. Go get 'em guy!

Elect The Famous Don Broggle for President of Chickentown! He's The Good One! No need to worry about Bed Bath And Beyond. The Famous Don Broggle has the Chicken Sirens! See him next to a elderly black person and claim your right! He's The Good One...Elect The Famous Don Broggle! Don't wait for phony Lord Bag of Phones or Dave the Millionaire's Wife. He's the Good One. Vote The Famous Don Broggle! Hip, Hip, Hooray!

The chicken sirens were out after this one.

Money and violence that's what little humans are made of.