Will you poop on my chest for good luck?

Mornin’ kids. This weekend was exhausting.

I am going to make this post relatively brief. For many reasons, actually. Most of all, though, I don’t think that you are ready for what I am about to do to your brain.

Last night, Shamrock asks if I’ve heard the song “Quack Like a Duck” and I hadn’t, so I said so. And he proceeds to show me this video of this dude:

singing at some sort of redneck biker party, and waving his junk (which is housed in a Texas flag banana hammock) around. I wasn’t ready for this. Not only is the song kinda catchy, and the waving junk is kind of mesmerizing, but this act rivals Wesley Willis for being totally insane/horrible/borderline brilliant.

Okay. Enough hype. Here’s the video. Once you’ve seen it, it cannot be unseen. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And it is definitely not safe for work. Yeah:

I tried to warn you. You just didn’t believe me.

Dave, I have heard rumors that he/they are in NOLA now performing on the streets. Watch out for that.

Yeah. That’s all I’ve got for you. Have a great week. More soon. ~SC