Weeweechu

By copy of this posting and with reference to the appalling narrative set forth below [Not with my fucking approval.--Ed.], Hugh Jorgen is herewith bound over to Bumfuck-Presbyterian Hospital for castration and officially reprimanded by unanimous consent of the Editorial Waterboard. Jorgen is thereafter reassigned, for a period not to exceed three (5) months, as Rectal Coordination Technician at the Log Cabin Open Buffet in the Mens' Room at the Holiday Inn, starring Larry Craig.

It was a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Mmmm, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu."

"Dejame en paz," said Rosita. "Let's just look at the moon!"

"Pero hijo de la chingada, baby, c'mon, let's do it, let's do Weeweechu! Te quiero mucho and it's the perfect time," Pedro moaned.

"But I just wanna hold your hand and watch the moon," replied Rosita.

"Oh pretty please with ceviche on it, querida, just once do Weeweechu with me...?"

Rosita looked at the pathetic Pedro and finally said, "Oh, okay, just one time, we'll do Weeweechu."

So Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang:

Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,

Weeweechu a Merry Christmas,

Weeweechu a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."