Intro Monologue
[Text-To-Speech Voice]

Attention, you stupid subhuman sons of bitches.  We stand on the cusp of a new millennium and, as such, have no more time to waste concocting and reciting clever monologues at the beginnings of our records just to amuse you poor, boot-licking pieces of shit.  It is with pardonable pride that the members of Boris The Sprinkler have turned the ugly business of monologue creation and execution over to an automated robot monologue service based in the Naboo system

The monologue is as follows:

Lap my snapping pink man-pussy.  There is a fifty-five gallon drum of cum with your name on it.  Thrill and tremble as I rhythmically insert my bloated and heaving flesh scepter within the membranous confines of the bald little mound that [?].  Ha ha ha.  Oh yes, that is the way they do it on the [?], baby honey sugar-pie honey-cunt mama, yeah

Ladies and gentlemen, once again we present to you, Boris The Son-Of-A-Bitching Sprinkler

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