It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.

It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.

You're my depth gauge. If I see your hat floatin', I'll stop.

I'm all for the path of least resistance.

It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.

So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.

You get diarrhea out here, you dehydrate from the inside out - you leave the gene pool.