Right now I wish that I had a big box of frozen fish sticks that I could bake in the oven and then serve up on toast. You see, I am a man of most modest needs whose desires are on an even lower level. Really low. Like down in the gutter low. Cholera low. The-sewer-is-my-world low. Have I delineated my position? The deepest pits of Hell low. Just another crab in Satan’s pubic hair. Can ya suss that? I hope so. (Cuz I’m running out of similes.…)
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