YEAH well I know you are but what am I! Why, MICKY, is it even [still] possible that we live in a shifty bathhouse where most all the shooter marbles go to the worst common demoninator? WHY? When there are so many amazingly inspired human human beings being? I’m not going to name names, NOPE, cause I only know what so-&-so done told me so, so don’t go layin claim to me noggin wit yo mandolin rain. Do your own page-flippin anytime, matey, Buddha Blesshue, but how is it that some big ugly bald butthead who caused all the marbles to fall into the bubble bathtub is now been given unfathomable carte blanche to eventually clean all the marbles out of the bubble bathtub and WHAT?WHAT being paid ludicrous sums to do-do do it? & why, STRANGELY, just before this big ugly bald butthead pertymuch laid the tracks that caused all the marbles to be spilt into the bubble bathtub he counted-out a great big pile of his Monopoly money and bought-out the neighborhood’s numero uno marble cleaner-upper muthuhumpurz & they whoopee cootsy bootsies? WOW!!? NOW that’s fascinating!! NOW that would mean that this big ugly bald butthead has benefited gargantuously from both the act of the calamity as well as its dire consequences & yeah I said AND the outcome of the aftermath!? & our poodle-totin pseudo mommies & our kitten caboodle menudo daddies, be they Piggly Wiggly or.. Whiggly Piggly, are working-out conscientious considerate due fiscal policy enough so that you and me should debate acts of conscience? Weeeeeeeee… AND IT NEVER HAD TO BE THIS WAYY, RPMcMurphy

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Not completely sure if we’re tacking port or jibing starboard (or even if we’re [jus] beating [off] to windward, shiver me bad eggs, m’ matey), hey U and yo scat-oh-tropic revenue stream, but THAT was NOT fun fun fun in the sun sun sun y’ red dwarf, ye!