Frank Zappa realized that he was actually in Hell....
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Gotta make that Dina-moe humm
notice Chimpy's tan -----
Turns out the "sheik" chimpy was thanking is shaking hands with the devil now. Yep, blown up. Hope the money we gave him made him happy, you know, before the bomb went off.
And Frank Zappa, he's wherever good old rock musicians go. God, do I miss him and the way he needled Tipper Gore. We really need him back.
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