Slicker'n Gooseshit

Slickerin. Say it along with me, it's fun as fuck and twice as free. Gooshit. Ushit. Oh shit, I said it. Nothing. Now a double negative. No comma more comma just questioning head shaking and plop plop what a jingle it was, back when we were civilized, and the women were tied to the stove for 10 hours a day, and a man had time to pick his teeth in peace, save for the occasional beatings thrown out to the least favored nations. Ah civility, what will we do without you, and with so many needing your blue touch of grace just now; the right hint of raised nose, to look down at them (and those) from any station. This concludes this test of the Emergency Broadcast System.