Mmm hmm! Silky smooth skin. No scrape to escape, No furry face, No monkey mug, No chimp cheek, No ’stache to scratch, No beard to fear, Not a hair to beware, Cuz the fuzz was buzzed. He’s goatee-free, guaranteed; Feel for yourself, you’ll agree. He ain’t no whiskered mister, No hairy Henry, No hirsute galoot. [...]

Jim said, let’s form a book club. We all nodded like ninnies, not realizing, I guess that we would have to actually read. Later, Jim told Marsha to take off her top. That was when the party became unstable and the story about Jim and his awful prowess began to circulate like a fretful angel.