The elevator rises on a morning with a housemate in the commune. I've got a stiff neck and a sore dick. The crookneck curse lives on even with the change of scenery. Inspiration being a reason to open the door and greet those I need, with a dollar exchange coming through over the loud speaker, saying "Butcher or be butchered."
It is Friday the 13th again folks. Prepare to face the tribunal. What could they mean with all of their questions. He who sits the seat of Judas getting hot beneath the collar. Joan of Arc upon the pyre. Don't forget to dot your i's and cross your t's.