I was somewhere on the edge of the Great American desert when the peanut M&M'S began to take hold of my bowels.
We were somewhere around the edge of exceptional drought when the cramps began to kick me in the groin.
Let's raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing, "Whiskey for my wheat, beer for my corn.
Whiskey for my wheat, beer for my corn."
they are closing in. we are nearly surrounded. there is no mercy in their eyes.