You forgot tommyrot.
It seems your name is a paradox.
Tiny: Wanye! How you doin’?
Wayne Campbell: Hey Tiny, who’s playing today?
Tiny: Jolly Green Giants and the Shitty Beatles.
Wayne Campbell: Shitty Beatles? Are they any good?
Tiny: They suck!
Wayne Campbell: Then it’s not just a clever name
Well, most women of my acquaintance (none of them whores, to the best of my knowledge) don’t actually have an orifice in their temple. Although there is the whole “squicking” thing that can overcome that difficulty.
A whore with a vagina in her temple…so there IS squicking going on, is that what you’re saying? Sounds kind of, well, I won’t say abominable, but the idea does leave me feeling sort of, squicked out, if you will.
I can’t let this go by without notifying you that I laughed loud and long at this.
No, baby, you bring me down. Gravity just keeps me from floating away.
Wrong again! If that were so, then the line would mean everything is to be feared. Tres duh, mon petit..
So if you’d like to swing on a star…
…carry moonbeams home in a jar
…and be better off than you are
Interesting. How much will they pay me, do you think?
Wouldn’t mind probing those depths…
I would suggest not quitting your day job. 
Lacks originality, but graced by brevity. That’ll be two dollars.