Hear ye, hear ya'ļl, Sphincter Plug is in the hall, he likes to fight and won't take it light, he's in phase, spraying groupies with mayonaise, give him some praise, or he will piss in your cargobays.
Hitting pedestrians and challenging mall cops, his style is set, the king of the internet, send mad tweets, kill the homeless with beets.
He has a battleship and is quite ripped, he won't stop till the cargo is shipped. Stars and stripes, Wesley Snipes, Spincter Plug is loose, for some breasts and a nice caboose.
Don't dare to interfere, with me and my beer, don't dare to challenge since I have an orange. Color TV's, lesbians with knees, none of your beeswax, go spray pasta on a sax.
And if you had enough, pull your balls thorugh a handcuff, sniff an ounce of dandruff, break your spleen, cause a scene, make a band to appease the tweens, 40 year old women and the inbetweens.
And in the end, it doesn't even matter, I just tweeted that I emptied my bladder.