So the other day Katie comes in singing, to the the tune of the Colonel Bogie March:
Scrotum
It is a piece of skin
Scrotum
It keeps your testes in
Scrotum
Don’t overload ’em!
Or you’ll explode ’em
And then you’ll
have none.
The sheer grandeur, elegance and poetry of this brought tears to my eyes. I mean, compared to gangsta rap. If you think this poem is disgusting and stupid and jejune, get the heck off my website and scrape your eyeballs against something else. Katie was surprised to learn that the girl had never heard an earlier version of this….The one that starts with Hitler, has only got one ball… etc. So she shared that. Cultural history as transmitted by teenaged girls. Sigh.
Pic is random.
