Fingerman, the Fingerman, Fingerman, the

Fingerman, the Fingerman, Fingerman, the Fingerman... He dances, he prances, he points, & accuses. He's sometimes straight, other times crooked. He picks & he grins & he'll tickle

your wenis. "Get your finger off of me, Fingerman!" Wristman had had enough finger-waggling for one day, thank you. Fingerman wrestled with Wristman until Thumbelina intervened.

Then came some new folks to the party. There was someone who went by the name "Rock," his pals "Scissors," and "Paper." Fingerman, Thumbelina and Wristman were feeling a bit

irritated already, when Slappy, Ear-rooter and Goldentrophypicker showed up . But Mr. Hand's party got out of control when Roshambo challenged Rock, Paper & Scissors to a game of

Swallow the Swan. Mrs. McGillycuddy got into the Cutty Sark and suggested they transition into a friendly game of prison twister. One thing led to another and by the time the cops

Only to join them at the neck using a cattle brace. They crab walked them to the cruiser. Shackled as they were they were unable to match the pace so they shot them both and left.

Shackford and Gooch took them in as road kill and cooked them for dinner. Mr. Shackford and Mr. Gooch had a real feast and put the bones in the trash. The shells were saved for

Grandma to paint and sell at our roadside stand. Shackford and Gooch decided to open a BBQ stand next to us, and it did improve our traffic for awhile until people started complain

that the paint fumes mixed with the BBQ sauce & tasted terrible. So we traded ideas & began to paint with BBQ sauce. It was a hit! We made millions and retired to Cincinnati. Brrr!