#starwars #environmental technology major right here y’all.
Genius may have its limitations, but stupidity is not thus handicapped.
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
“Okay, that was a good warmup, I guess, but I think I can do better. After the first couple lines, the melody kinda got away from me. I don’t know if it was obvious. Also, I didn’t know the kazoo was gonna be quite that aggressive. And that’s not a criticism, Marty, do exactly what you did before, it’s terrific. I’ll just be ready this time. Also, I know it was my idea, but now that we’ve done it, having Roger come in mid-word to hit that note for me on the very last line felt sort of humiliating. Especially when I kind of limp back in at the end. It just felt bad, y’know? So, okay, if everyone’s ready, let’s roll on take 2.”
“Um, sorry, the song just went out live to start the show.”
“Oh no, really?”
“Yeah. Oh, and, we recorded it onto a golden record that we shot into space.”
“What!? That fast?”
“Well, I mean, it’s not in space yet, but it’s definitely on its way. We had all the stuff ready to go.”
“For what it’s worth, I thought it sounded okay.”
“Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t giving it my full attention because I was busy with the space launch, but, like, in the background nothing stood out as horrible.”
“Ooooooh. Kay. Listen, next time? Let me know if you’re gonna record anything onto a golden record and shoot it into space? Because I might want to rehearse it more than once, you know?”
“Will do. Although, there probably won’t be a next time because we absolutely spent our whole budget for the next ten seasons.”
“On the golden-record-into-space thing?”
Thanks to Ben Acker.