Frankly, I’m fading. My happy I-appreciate-anyone coke large I experienced an hour ago has extensive absent bye-bye, changed by a chemical lockjaw poisoned discomfort sinking sick-described lowness that has my encounter frowning for no apparent cause. Turns out Chippendales has been replaced by a Bed, Bath & Beyond. So he cocks his fud and busts a gust of loud foul gasoline that explodes out of him like a ill goose honking on a foggy morn.