I've got this crud behind me hear which I cannot dislodge.
I will hear you thouugh.
I scratch myself until I nearly bleed.
I should focus on that area while I'm showering for work.. Which thankfully I don't have to do until Monday...which is really Thursday...my favorite day of the week..
But in the meantime, a pool party with BBQ corn.
Yum fuckin' yum.
Me to txrad: You are begging me to drag out my butt harp.
Loose screws and all.
I can hear a hidden note.
Woody Allen better be at George Carlin's funeral. Is he having one??