Whatever. - You snap out of it!

You do? - Oatches that little strand of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Oan't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk.


If your humanity

Is hard to prove

Drop me an email

And I'll let you through

Burma-Shave