my… little friend!”.
With
a flourish, he pulled
Hervé Villechaize out of
an orbital drop pod
, who was wielding a
enormous whipped cream cannister
. “Whippets! Get your whippits!”
yelled Cher, who was
headed over to Madonna’s
to form an unholy
Sonny and Sean tribute
“Whippets good!” said Devo.
Meanwhile, back in Mozambique
in the Blawnox embassy
Dr. Hfuhruhurr penned a
filthy limerick about stoats.
The ensuing lawsuit swiftly
muzzled the good doctor.
The silly songs about
loose meat sandwiches and