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Grandpa: David was really wearing me out -- so as I couldn't stand to see the little bastard. What did I do? Picked up some Procrit, and I locked him in the closet. Schmuck.
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Grandpa (cont.): Anyway, this David is turning out to be quite the troublemaker. The other day, he lit a firecracker when I was on the toilet. What did I do? I dug it out of the toilet and threw it back at him. But instead, I guess I must have grabbed a turd. Little prick.
Context: I wrote this song in 2005 as a response to an ad called Procrit commercial #4. The ad was repeated often enough that it weaseled its way into my subconscious, and I had no other choice but to memorialize it forever by hacking the original to bits and putting in my original song as a soundtrack.
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