In the old days, my work was a whole lot easier. I mean, people would fear me abjectly. Children would tremble in their jerkins when they heard my name! It was terrific!
Then along comes that damned band, Blue Oyster Cult. They start sayin, "Ooh! Don't fear the Reaper! Ooh, look at me! I'm not fearing the Reaper!"
Hey, it's a letter from my insurance company! They're saying I'm a high risk driver!
I wonder why that is?
Maybe it's my propensity to drive while intoxicated. Maybe because I've caused 12% of all auto accidents in the past year. Maybe it's because I look at Japanese porn while driving.
Umm...
Maybe it's because I screw goats in the ass.
I think I'll just sit in this trash can for a while...