Check, check! This reading Show iz already comin'.
It stand on the stage as I haven't yet late a loo droppin'.
And I do nothing. Do something! - those are shoutin' and count
thi seconds of Ma Out. But I'm moveless, cuz 'ave found
Maself, Ma ass, till ears from feet, in the fit now drumming
the crap out with morning snack of Ma horny proud maiden
I could share with. But now I'm painting a plinthes
and whole floor with ass sore, but no claiming the shut down.