We're going to do the funeral eulogy of a man who died by titties, one sentence at a time. I'll start us off: "Dearly departed, we are here for the funeral of Choke On Breasts, I mean Chuck N. Bress."
we all have problems sometimes, we all have struggles and regrets, but sometimes you just gotta thug it out. this has been a terrible motivational speaker out, peace and good night.
edit: also, I do remember something called "At The Funny Farm", about different animals, I looked it up today, and turns out that's also lost media.