why shimpanzees, cant we talk about other mammals ?
no its chimps exclusively..
why is that ?
i dont know i feel close to this species...
whenever i stand on the stage, throwing verses into peoples faces...
holding my bible in my hand, i feel so powerful...
hell i could preach to a pack of apes, i still would get the same friggen response...
hmm but probly i leave the ape stuff to my wife instead...
i mean if you gotta live with the greatest gorilla in the business...
and share his bed, clean his underwear...
you probably know how to handle a bunch of shimpanzees as well...
cant be too big of a challenge then , aight ?
now what are we gonna do wih that son of ours... i heard he´s strugglin with his sexual identity, sniffing bath salts and getting a gay massage from michael, the rentboy..
well send him to the amazonian jungle for a while, will serve him well.. theres no massage parlor within the next 400 miles or so...
what a great idea... lets do that than... but what about our other son... what to do with him... you know the guy who plays the guitar ?
hmm i dont know TBH..let me see...
he´s a bit of an oddball, a crazy horse, so to say..
i think we need to leave that to our intuition...
you know, he´s got a heart of gold... or so they say...
the dixie boys shure dont like him...
but he´s in his element with a six-string in hand, wearing his flanell-shirt that chucky the woodchuck gave to him...
i think we´ll send him on a trip to oregon, climbing a redwood tree...
or starting a hippie commune or something...
good night, billie.... good night, ruth my belle.... *lightswitch goes off, the room now dark, the scene slowly fades out...*
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