9/29/2006

A Chance to Tinker with Everyone Who's Underage

These are the saddest of possible words:
"I'm Chris Hansen."
Trio of chatters, and man are they pervs
"I'm Chris Hansen."
Treating suburbia as if it's a brothel
No parents at home and they're there on the double
Words that are filthy and now they're in trouble
"I'm Chris Hansen."

3 Comments:

Georgie said...

Hay thar Mr Hansen i dont no yew are yer kin to Mr Foley on acounta yew sound like him. Nice poem it rimes an everthang.

Yer Fiend
Georgie

10:49 AM  
ardie said...

Gee Toby when did you become an intellectual? I don't want you to ruin your current persona or anything.

Seriously that show is f-ing weird.

~Ardie

1:09 AM  
Toby The Fork said...

Is parodying "Tinker to Evers to Chance" considered intellectual? I don't know. Rhyming poems are so passe, although Georgie seems to like it.

"Yes, I drove three hours to meet a 13-year old... I brought condoms and alcohol... I brought lube, porn films, and possibly a rope... BUT I WASN'T ACTUALLY GOING TO DO ANYTHING!"

Good times. Good, good times.

12:06 PM  

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