THIS IS MOAR LIKE TWENTY HOURS, NOT TEN!!
Two thousand bags of sand, not one.
See, I didn’t see that coming …
That shit hit me broadside.
I want to do and try my best but
What the hell, that’s life.
Isn’t that the way it works?
Tell me this ain’t some carousel
Constantly staffed by jerks.
Tell me good’s in the works.
And jerks are for the worse.
We’re running out of jerks, in fact.
Tell me that shit’s in the works.
Thank you, friend.