There has been some reporting here at MyPieHole on recent events most prominently Bret's visit to the Big Apple during the high water crisis that befell his community.
And every member of Home Grown Twinks and reader of Linebackrr05 has gotten a dose of rumors and propaganda about my "balcony" here in SoHo.
So I have written the following ditty in honor of Bret's visit and to clear any inaccuracies about said balcony.
THIS tune should be familiar the EVERYONE. LOL I think.
He was afraid to come out in the open He was as nervous as he could be He was afraid to come out in the open Although his bladder was full of pee-pee (two, three, four, Tell the guys a little more)
It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie balcony to hang your weenie That Bret saw for the first time today An itsy bitsy teenie weenie balcony to hang your weenie So in the pantry he wanted to stay (two, three, four, stick around you'll hear the score)
He was afraid to uncover his winkie So a blanket around him he wore Never ceasing to ask us the question Where the fuck was the bathroom door? (two, three, four, tell the Bretsie where to pour)
Off my itsy bitsy teenie weenie balcony to hang your weenie With those joggers below you can't miss An itsy bitsy teenie weenie balcony to hang you weenie And in the end that's where Bretsie would piss
