Sunday, October 28, 2018

Bad Poetry

Jon Chess reads the [Bad Troll Love Poem] to the subject of a Missing Persons case last night, in a Yoda-esque faux-Troll accent:

Oh, baby, my heart beats like a drum,
Every time I touch your bum.
I know my way with words is slick ,
Do you wanna come and touch my stick?

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