We had a hard year last year, with the locust swarms and all that.

Ewwy, gooey, sticky, mushy / That’s what your mean words mean to me / Disgusting, slimy, snotty, clotty / Like a booger, I’ll pick you, blow you, and throw you away

The stress of this job is really draining me.

What the protesters want is take-from-the-rich and give-to-the-poor socialism. We have tried that theory and it just doesn’t work.