Life is a louse filled couch and "I love you all, but you're all fucking mad"! I don't understand the solution to cancer being "Nuke the place for morbid." Since when does blanketing actually cover a topic anyway. FD&C Yellow number five is my favorite flavor and I've forgotten to get my Riboflavin checked this year. Fuck off with you're bumblebee parachutes flashing everyone your tightey whitey glutes. There's no need for distemper, unless you like shots. I'm sorry the doctor got too close when he circumcised you. Shit happens. Find a new way to regrow your e-go. Keep your log books and two way radios, they've never said or meant anything anytime anywhere anywhat, anyhow. Roasted Duck al 'Orange is in my pants and you're jealous, Though my poetry may not be wet-towel-snap smarting. Find fifty five fifty year olds in a fifty five singing "Stayin' Alive" and you'll have the answers mi compadre, friend, Mr. President. Too-Rye-Aye!!! I'll shout from my wine cellar shaking moors stopping tours in their tracks "Yakkkity-Yak Don't come back! Ya Heeyah"!! Blimpverts and converts, extroverts and schemes these are a few of my favorite things. Talk it over with your bad self. You'll be better off. I promise.