The Key is Ours

Oh Jimmy, what a stinky butthole A portal opened in a toilet bowl, The medieval ape appeared, crazy and bold, With a mystery box, a treasure to behold. Curtis, with awe and wonder, Gazed upon the box's thunder, With images of history and lore, The past unfolded, evermore The medieval ape, wise and old, Presented Curtis with a key, made of gold, A key that opened the past, The present, and the future, at last. With the key in hand, they played beer pong, Each toss a journey, each shot a song, But Jimmy the monkey, a curious chap, Swallowed the key, oh crap. The apes knew what they had to do, They must go down the sewer, it was true, To retrieve the key, glowing...View all