And this next song goes out to.

And this next song goes out to…

And this next song goes out to all the Transgender treehuggers out there in the dark undefined forests of the world, where even the bears bitch and moan about where a trangender should be legally allowed to take a shit.

And this next song goes out to all the parents of teenagers out there making their way through nightmare teenage tantrums and surviving the flashbacks of the teenage tantrums of their own.

And this next song goes out to all the African Americans who don’t want to go back to Africa but just want to feel welcome and safe in America.

And this next song goes out to all the victims of depression contemplating suicide, for I am here to tell ya that staying alive and growing old is where it’s at.

And this next song goes out to all the touchy feelly men who have been called out and put up againt the wall for exposing their balls, for some might say that you have taken one for the team.

And this next song goes out to all the victims of self fufilling prophecies and those overly confident fools who dismiss the universal energy to only have had their asses handed to them by karma.

And this next song goes out to all the millenial boys itching away at the eczema forming upon their irritated and over exposed ankles.

And this next song goes out to all the pro-life predators and anti–abortion assholes who don't believe in

healthcare and believe in the death penalty.

And this next song goes out to all the loose lipped boot licking liberals living large on the upper westside, whose moral chastity is as constrictive and destructive as any conservative country club cunt is.

And this next song goes out to all the gay and lesbian guys and gals, may your sexual preferences one day become a non-issue

and may the bigots amongst us no longer spit upon same sex love but just shut up and swallow the freedom cum of another person's choices.

And this next song is for all the puppet like pop stars who have been blinded by success and have had their social media celebrity bubbles burst right before their own reconstructed eyes.

And this next song goes out to Jesus Christ for having to put up with what Christianity has become for the rest of his eternal life.

And this next song goes out to all of you and your eagerness and openness to be entertained and engaged by underemployed overeducated extroverts in need of any excuse to go off at the mouth.

We thank you for being our audience.