Little old Mr. Ravelli is on his front stoop, barbequeing a chicken on a manual rotisserie. A drunk comes walking along and says, „Hey, man…the music stopped, and your monkey’s on fire.“
Little old Mr. Ravelli is on his front stoop, barbequeing a chicken on a manual rotisserie. A drunk comes walking along and says, „Hey, man…the music stopped, and your monkey’s on fire.“