a retelling of the story of the little dutch boy who saves the town by sticking his finger in the dyke.
" well, honey, the difference between well-done and blue rare steak, in texture, is like butt cheek to labia minora."
"what are yew dewin'?" "relax...like really relax, because when that dude in the red hat tries to shake my hand, he's gettin' a stink palm of his life!"