The One That Got Away
by Fuzzy, a biography of Jimmy loosely based on a boring Moyer monologue:
I went down to my fishing pond
And sat and shat all day
The time came to reel him in
But damn, he got away.
Forsooth, I cried,
in Cortez mode
Of illustrious literacy
But my rod was soft and could hold nought
And he slipped away from me.
I leaned too far o'er waters deep
I felt my dam would burst
A little trickle out did seep
To come though was the worst.
A gripping hand reached up and shook
My little member's brain
Aarghy aargh, it squeezed me hard
And I fainted from the pain.
I think I learned me lesson.
I think I know me place.
I bow down to the Cortezzzzxxxxxsss...
Of his wit, I've not a trace.
by Fuzzy, a biography of Jimmy loosely based on a boring Moyer monologue:
I went down to my fishing pond
And sat and shat all day
The time came to reel him in
But damn, he got away.
Forsooth, I cried,
in Cortez mode
Of illustrious literacy
But my rod was soft and could hold nought
And he slipped away from me.
I leaned too far o'er waters deep
I felt my dam would burst
A little trickle out did seep
To come though was the worst.
A gripping hand reached up and shook
My little member's brain
Aarghy aargh, it squeezed me hard
And I fainted from the pain.
I think I learned me lesson.
I think I know me place.
I bow down to the Cortezzzzxxxxxsss...
Of his wit, I've not a trace.