The missing extra lyrics to the "Wheels on the Bus Go ROund and ROund" song:

The Pimps on the bus go, "Where's my money b*tch"

"Where's my money b*tch"

"Where's my money b*tch"

The Pimps on the bus go, "Where's my money b*tch"

All through the town.

I wonder why they never used that verse int he final version of the song....hmm...oh well.

The short bus on fieldtrips is fun.

Then Jebadiah picked up the stick and said, "You sombitch, I'm gonna whop ya!"

Screenplay by myself.

Buttered rye elephants frights occur only on the third Tuesday's of the month of the flying grapes. When sloping down the curve of vectoid oranges the dents in the side paneling can be more important than the firery pits of vacumous shingalings. No rafts in the bagel. Code spectal cascade is short for the king of desks' nice walk along the beach of the great white cola slabs. Watch for the unwatchable when exiting the exit of the entrance to the revolving stalls. Peach bear trees. The wise rock once said that the state of solid was the most desirable style for the lacadasical. To be wise is to be all knowing yet not knowing all at once. To be confused is to be nowhere yet there at once. To be absent is to be letting the one after you have a cold seat. Never trust a rock that can roll or fly for the might of one may not be too much but with one usually comes many. Heard of rocks have been known to pillage abd destroy the villages of the hilly plains of the lacadasical whilst the absent sloped down to the exits whilst all of the king of desks' men scrabled for the peach bears.

So sayith the Shemp, so sayith the world.

The lack of Sarahs is the worst of all.