Imagine that you’re Mary, having just given birth to Jesus IN SOME STABLE. Vagina: destroyed. The baby is finally sleeping and some little twerp shows up and starts DRUMMING with full on “check me out I’m a drummer” attitude. Just saying. Little drummer boy is kind of a menace.
Does the Kool Aid man look at the moon at night? Can he even look up? Does he have diabetes? How was he born? How will he die? Does he have friends? Does he wish he was anything else other than the Kool Aid man? Does he wish he was an elephant? I could make myself cry like this.