Smokin Pole

Ladies and gentlemen, we reach the climax of this evening’s festivities.
From those of us who have given so much, to those of you in such great
need. We brought to you our stretched sulfuric hands and ask for your
glorious time at the altar of Circus Contraption. What I want you to do is,
I want you to take your hand, raise it into the air and stick it in your
pants and pull out a hard, shiny five, ten, or twenty dollar bill and
come up onto the stage. You’re gonna hate yourself in the morning
if you don’t. Help Circus Contraption to continue to be a bracing
curative for the afflictions for our times.