The Average-Size Ego Care Package
Yesterday I caught a small case of SOMEONE IS WRONG ON THE INTERNETs. And, y’know, a day later it actually feels kind of good to feel the fever take control of your mind and fingers; it’s like internet Master Cleanse.
But I wanted to send a token of my affection to Tiger Beatdown, for putting up with my puffery (the thing that makes the obnoxiousness of Steve Carell or Ricky Gervais likable, I’m still looking around my house for that). I can’t help it, the smug is embedded in my DNA; blame the parents! or the prep school! I also think when I get around the ladies my ego gets in the way sometimes, and, well, whenever my ego gets swelled up I think of Beyonce’s “Ego” song and so I thought I’d do a little remix dedicated to the Ladies practicing their Ladybusiness at Tiger Beatdown.
My Average-Size Ego by TAN3000
A little rough, but props to Natasha for helping me out with some singing at the spur of the moment, and on an, uh, somewhat awkward subject. I can only imagine the experience of dealing with someone asking them repeatedly to hit the line, “It queefs like that when you don’t fill it up” harder cause THAT LINE MAKES THE SONG, I suspect it must be weird.
Further recon on my Average-Size ego available here. And the visual/reading edition here.
