“UGH. I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR SCHUMER’S SHENANIGANS. I’M ON A MISSION LIKE MISS HANNIGAN TO GET RESPECT FROM MY FANS AGAIN FOR MY INFLUENCE AND FASHION SENSE IN MY TORN-UP SHIRT WITH SPIRITUAL VENTS THAT COST SO MANY POUNDS AND PENCE THAT I JUST TELL KIM IT MEANS TEN CENTS (AND THANK THE LORD MY LADY’S DENSE, OR AT LEAST NOT QUALIFIED TO JOIN MENS…A). SO, YEAH, I’M IN MY EASTER SHIRT, THE ONE THAT LOOKS RIPPED FROM THE DIRT FROM OUTSIDE SOMEONE’S SACRED YURT. MAYBE I’LL START MY OWN DAMN CHURCH WHERE PEOPLE CHANGE CLOTHES IN FITS AND SPURTS AND SLICE THEIR HANES ‘TIL THE COTTON HURTS AND WORSHIP ME AND ERNIE AND BERT BUT NOT THAT BIG BIRD ‘CAUSE HE’S BERSERK AND MAYBE WE NEED TO STOP PUTTING NORTH DOWN IN FRONT OF SESAME STREET BECAUSE I THINK MAYBE THIS IS NOT MY DOPEST MOMENT AND ALSO MY COAT MIGHT BE HIDING A PONCHO.”

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