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I normally don’t wear bras, but maybe it could be fun dressing up a little more? But also if any groping happens then no bra would be easier for that…

A parody of "Island in the Sun" as performed by Weezer

Parody number: 3,530

Wow, has it really been over ten years since I parodied Weezer? Given how this took me, like, ten minutes, eleven tops, I'm surprised it took me that long. Maybe I just chose a good topic. Speaking of, condescending meta-morals in vidya games, let's go!

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Quit, quit Quit, quit Quit, quit Quit, quit

So you wanna make a game To teach war is not the way? Sorry, I have to tell you That in concept, you're just screwed

Because "violence can't be fun" Is a thing that can't be done 'Cause the way to not cross lines is to not play your game

Quit, quit Quit, quit

Consequences can be seen But so are the tracks you leave Players never love to know They've been on a strict railroad

Can't say "violence can't be fun" When the thrills of shooting gun Is, out the context of life, a pleasure to the brain And nothing kills that better Than a big wagging finger To make them feel bad for the war

Quit, quit Quit, quit Quit, quit

Aim of "violence can't be fun" Not only has that been done All it does is bring to mind those who deride these games As murder simulators Ain't gonna earn you favours Try deconstructing pointless lore

Quit, quit Quit, quit (better luck there than "why is war") Quit, quit (won't go) Quit, quit Quit, quit (call of duty lasts evermore) Quit, quit (won't go) Quit, quit (won't go) Quit, quit (won't go) Quit, quit

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A parody of "Rumors" as performed by Ava Max

Parody number: 3,529

We all have our limits. Especially since there's a big difference between "cutting leaves" and "yeeting an entire-ass tree".

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Pruner, pruner, prune, pruner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, prune, pruner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), pruner, prune

You've got a lot of trees that are a sight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't mean that in a good way, alright (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)? If you don't mind the price, I can make it look nice Trim the bad off, it won't take a real long time (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But that's all I can do, make 'em real neat, pristine Can make 'em fine-tuned, "yank it all" seems crazy

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I'll give you

Branches off, the rest form a new shape, ho-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's the most, I fear, can't relocate, can't relocate (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And I know you'll say "Surely you can trim it more 'Til it's all gone, right? All trimmed away, all trimmed away" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) That's not how it works, dude, know it may seem crazy I just have small tools, stump will still be there, see

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's what I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's my gift for you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner)

I say a gift for you but it won't be that cheap Even more if you keep askin' me more, please

I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I can do Pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, pruner, prune Pruner, pruner, pruner, just a little cuttin', cuttin's all I'll give you

Oh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (I'm just a pruner, pruner, pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (pruner, pruner, pruner)

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A parody of "False Alarm" as performed by The Weeknd

Parody number: 3,528

What lies should we tell our children? Maybe not this one…

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Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (yeah) Oh-oh-oh (yeah), oh-oh-oh (yeah)

There's some things kids aren't yet to know (not dumb) Timin's crucial, don't make the blow (too much) Hard truth or soft lie? Which one's told (which one?) to youth? Poor youth Could be sex, could be if it's right (or wrong) To straight deck someone if they might (good odds) Be a jerk, who gets the first strike (cold-cock)? The youth's confused Ethics can get muddy, what's the age that it's right To tell them their doggy has gone off to the light? Don't have wrought tautologies, what I offer's small, just seems That whole "on a farm" is weak, they're not on a farm

On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) They're not on a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) O-O-O-O-OOOOOOOOO

How long can you hold that lie (your crutch)? Gotta fold when kids not your own decide (undone) To reverse your soft blow, it seems (told ya) you're done, you're done And then ev'rything that you've said will be (brow's up) Put right under their scrutiny (hold up) Nothin' hurts like betrayal, see (told ya)? You're stuffed, you're stuffed So when Mister Fluffy (ah-ah-ah-ah) seems not long for this life Sure bookstores have got reems (ah-ah-ah-ah) of how-to's for that shite Truth might not feel what they need (not feel what they need), gonna haunt them constantly (haunt them constantly) "Dog's just on a farm"? Pa-leeze (on a farm), they're not on a farm

On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) They're not on a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) O-O-O-O-OOOOOOOOO

Don't pass to me that task, I'm not (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) One to try that mad endeavor You won't see me on that tightrope (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ooh) Maybe try? Should make it better

On a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) They're not on a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah) (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) On a farm (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't) O-O-O-O-OOOOOOOOO

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A parody of "Liability" as performed by Lorde

Parody number: 3,527

"I told you NOT TO TOUCH IT!" - Arthur Reed

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No, stop it, don't move

You are gonna drive me absolutely crazy Really wish you'd spare me, all these models on display may prove that I'm a dork I said "Don't touch 'em", was that so tricky, bro? It's clear the answer that you chose was "not" And so you want to touch what I've got I told you to leave, you call me a wolf-crier What happened the third time to that lad? Oh yeah, wolf snack None of that's getting through to you and what's the result I can see? One moron wanting to throw all planes he sees

You say "What's wrong? I just want to see Their real flyability That's all that I want to see" I've told you that it's total crap Not made to land, have no flyability And so I ask you "Leave" before there's destruction, tha-a-na-na-na, that would suck

I've told you that they're not toys, models can bring joy With the way they sit behind a glass door And it's not the fault of me Haven't made it inviting, made it clear that I don't Want anyone touching these planes that don't fly, they don't at all All they'll do is fall

You say such a thing just cannot be Must have flyability That's what planes are for, you see And I'll say that there is a patch Of my brain that says non-flyability Would make quite a cool scene of airplane destruction, tha-a-na-na-na, that would rock

But that won't happen 'cause I fear they cost too much That ain't gonna happen 'cause I fear they cost too much

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