It was me and Doc Leathery vs. you and Jeremy George Clinton,
Doc Leathery is a dog and Jeremy George Clinton is an octopus,
the game is Match Game, colon, who is funnier question mark. The game has no theme song sorry,
the dog and the octopus are put in a sandbox, with spaceships and marbles and things,
improvization commences, Jeremy George Clinton spells his name in the sand,
and then he farts noisy bubbles, which is hilarious
but Doc Leathery just licks his own asshole, and wins in a walk,
dogs are more lovable than you or me, unless you are a dog.
In which case, what do butts smell like?
Future superstar psychologist, Dr. Freud (no relation),
the great-grandson of the dog that played “Eddie” on Frasier, L.K.F. (Little Known Fact)
he doesn’t pay any attention, just happily focuses,
a swirling nothing is the focus point, focal point if ya wanna be a dick about it,
but I digress, the doggie would heal everyone,
he’s a malfunctioning smile machine, kicked into high gear and unable to stop,
every bark ticks out a new millimeter, and Dr. Freud has healed you,
but I digress, when the duel was over, we all went to Red Lobster,
but we just get cheese biscuits, and no one tells Jeremy George Clinton what goes on in the kitchen.