You know that I am called, The Count, because I really love to f–k…
Why someone decided to reveal Sesame Street’s Count’s hidden agenda via a clever piece of editing is beyond me, but now I’ve seen the proof I feel I should have realized all along.
If you lived in Sesame Street you’d have to wonder about that neighbor with the thick accent, taste for capes and large reserves of seemingly unearned money. I’m not saying it proves he’s a Romanian sex trafficking kingpin but it doesn’t not prove it and that’s science my friends.
NB: This tune will live with you forever.
This is probably one of the best things i’ve seen in a while!
F––king brilliant!
Could this be why the early episodes of Sesame Street now come with a warning label?
I will drink to that!
Sweet!
Puppets swear and everyone’s happy. We are all so sophisticated. I guess those Avenue Q guys aren’t just annoying doll molesters after all…
I love the fact that this is basically a Klezmer song.
I thought he was called The Cunt!
Regardless, I’ll let him (beep!) me all day, fast and slow, but I still want to check out Oscar’s trash can dungeon and for Cookie Monster to eat me. “PUS-SY! ARR NOM NOM NOM!”