when did you encounter your last tah dah moment? were you marching off-beat when somebody actually stood up and applauded your tra-lahlah boom dee yay?
how 'bout the time you heehaw'd so hard that you unintentionally hinky dinky parlez vouz’d your Dockers in public then turned the other cheek to hide the stain?
well, if it did happen just like your brother’s best friend’s mother’s neighbor's cousin's pastor told it, and when the word got out of the pulpit it made you bo-dee-oh-doh with lament to the altar; but hey we're only human, and there’s no shame in admitting that you dudley’d a little do-right and bow wow wow yippee yo yippee-yay'd by the light of the silvery moon in the red light district so stop being so hard on yourself, the last time the popularity vote came in, it was still okay to give your regards to broadway;
P.S. one note of warning! . . . whatever you do, don’t ever drink chardonnay after dining on sushi and then drive home in your federally-own’d volvo in the district of utopia at sunrise, unless of course it’s with an intern and your moneyclip is on overload . . . Now go in/sanity my son, and filibuster for war no more.
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