holy #### you guys like your ping pong.
Reminds me of that Organized Rhyme song Papercuts:
I grab a paddle like a baby does a rattle. Ready, straight up, no razzle-dazzle and I’m talented.
And now I serve like a Chinese champion, attacking fully flexed with the power of Samson.
And I take that ping pong ball and I serve like a king. And then I sing.
I knocked you out with my forearm backhand. Under the leg then around my head and
I switch the paddle to my left hand and drop it back into my right hand.
I’m the victor, me the tall guy. Don’t even try to be fly you small fry.
I had a table in my basement for years and on that green wood I’ve seen many tears.
You want to confront a paddle and 6-foot-3? Hop in the blender let’s mix up the meat, huh!
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