DJWeeman  

I sold my two hundred and thirteen times. Thanks to a few obese women and frightening desperate men, I got enough money for the ticket! And a pack of gum!

This is like Saint Williams day, where everyone wheres knickers and sings the fiddle.

And probably most important, we can move on from this graveyard.

Right when you start to feel at home, you die.

Are you going to miss our home here dear?

Nope. Just the place where my piddle has puddled like a mud mound.