I feel like a tick on a dog.
It's like walking through someone's small intestine.
You get diarrhea out here, you dehydrate from the inside out - you leave the gene pool.
So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.
It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.
I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.