It is a great comedy sketch. It is a great music video. It is a great graduate thesis. It is a great personal manifesto. It is the best life advice any woman could ever receive. Tammy doesn’t spread for no roses, and neither should you.
Do I want love?
Of course I do
But do you think I’m so dumb
That I’d go out with you?
Nah, nah, no, no, never
I’m, I’m, no-ot go-na spread
I’m not gonna spread for no roses!
I’m not gonna spread for you
You gross old man
Your aftershave reeks
You buy your tan
(She’s not gonna peel for no buds, bud)
Nah, nah, no, no, never
I’m, I’m, no-ot go-na spread
I’m not gonna spread for no roses!
(This girl don’t put out for no foliage, friend)
Businessman #1: Call me…soon
Businessman #2: My wife will be out of town for 40 minutes — let’s get together and…talk.
Businessman #3: Hey, there’s lots of bad guys out there; I can point them out to you.
Mark: I run a charity — we collect panties.
Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk soon
Talk talk soon
Talk talk soon
Joan of Arc never did
Laura Secord never did
Gloria Steinem did once
But then she felt sad
I’m not gonna spread for no roses
(Better dead than spread)
I’m not gonna spread for no roses
(Better dead than spread)
I’m not gonna spread for no roses
(Better dead than spread)
I’m not gonna open my legs for no roses
(Better dead than spread)
Do you want love?
Of course you do
But if you want love
Shouldn’t it be your wife you talk to?
Tags: i almost posted the chicken lady sketch again just to see if anyone would complain, kids in the hall, kith mondays, obviously you can put out for whatever you want to don’t worry about it, tammy, television
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WOW
BETTER DEAD THAN SPREAD. I am enriched.
This post didn’t get NEARLY as much love as it deserves. I am disappoint, Toasties. Simply the best, most absurd sketch in KITH history.
How we managed to get through the entire 80s–all those near-future dystopias and Frank Miller comics–without seeing an electronic chastity belt that took credit cards is some kind of miracle.
How we managed to get through the entire 80s–all those near-future dystopias and Frank Miller comics–without seeing an electronic chastity belt that took credit cards is some kind of miracle.