The Polish Ambassador

Unfortunately, certain nations still do not recognize my status as an ambassador. Perhaps it is because I am "without birth certificate". They seem to be missing the point. I am an ambassador to the universe. It really pains me that on the great planet of Hopskotch Lippy, I have my own country, a free E-Z pass through the Orbital Noobula Skyway, and a sanitation system named after me. But here, I share a two bedroom, one bath garden apartment with a concubine robot named Trudy.  While she is programmed with 100 cookbooks full of Offal recipes, sometimes its just not enough.  

I made this album to demonstrate my apptitude for an ambassadorial position, specifically to Poland, a nation whose political and cultural merits are often overlooked. I'm not quite sure if its official yet, but someone keeps sending me a weekly package of Makowiec. 

Please listen to and purchase this album and then contact your local and national government authorities to inform them of my Diplomatic Immunity. Thank you for your support.  You're family and friends are in my thoughts.

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