Y A Y, D R. - J O U L E ! ! !
I've got the best roasted corn that ever graced a cob.
I've got mouth-watering ribs and wings with my special secret sauce.
I've got great grilled butterfly shrimp fresh from the gulf.
And the big surprise - roasted apples (that's them wrapped in foil). You just cut'em open and pour a little of the brown sugar cinnamon sauce on'em. Mmmmmm...what a heavenly aroma.
I've asked Murphy to prepare some of his finest stuff, including the famous chocolate HYRB cake. I've also stocked a virtual case of Dr Pepper in the fridge and placed the virtual cup of quarters on the juke box.
I brought several of my Karaoke CDs in case any of you feel the urge to strut. Let me be the first...Dr. joule, this is for you.
The big old fellow grabs the nearest microphone, blows in it to see "if this thang's on," and begins to croon
Wouldn't hafta work hard.
If I were a rich man...
A yeidle deidle deidle deedle deidle digga digga dum...
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man.
A yeidle deidle deidle deedle deidle digga digga dum...
If I were a biddy biddy rich...
Yeidle deidle, deedle deidle man...
In the middle of a spectacular little jig, the big old fellow steps on the mic cable, trips over his own boots, drops the microphone causing a frightful feedback honk, tangles both boots in sound cable and tumbles headlong off the stage and into a big beautiful banana cream pie. Licking the pie off his hands and face, the big old fellow looks up with whipped cream an pudding covering the egg on his face.
Yeah...what a finish.
Mmmmm...great pie, Murph!
Greatest of Congratulations to you, Dr. joule!
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