the pure poetry of weekend update’s stefon

a party room filled with human bath mats : don’t look for a bouncer; there isn’t one.

dj baby bok choi spins records with his little ravioli hands — it’s that thing of when,

like, a stuckup kitten who won’t sign autographs answers the question : what?!

a teddy ruxpin wearing mascara slashes puppets in disguise as muslim elvis impersonators

& sunburned drifters with soapsud beards thrash to trash’s throwup music.



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