i skipped the laughter when i walked out of the joint tripped on an eggo and thought it was my ego running like the eggs i ate for breakfast, but, nothing is quaint when it is quiet nothing is banging unless nudity is involved can't see shit unless it's there of course that's how life goes you know? i skipped the doo-dah and went on a ride with my joint to my lip and bacon in my lip spitting out fat like all cows of the world should do marley on the radio being a fag and my penis going limp every time i see a hooker here i am there i am who fucking cares about life anyway? it's just an annoyance, a multiple gunshot in the ear a headbanging retard on steroids and a fuckin' pussy-ass whore sucking my dick yeah, that's life, so fuck off!