The birds, the birds, they are driving me insane. I don't know how much longer I can take it. They mock me, they really do. When I sneeze, they answer. When I play music, they sing along, off key I might add, and have you ever heard California Girls sung off key by three rabid parakeets, I didn't think so. My life is a mockery of all things good and decent..
Mmmmm, damn those ribs smell good.