Our summons was answered by its owner, a well-to-do, substantial, middle-aged planter, wearing the ordinary homespun of the district, but evidently of a station in life much above the common corn-crackers I had seen at the country meeting-house.

'Cause girl, you got me like dayum, baby, dayum, baby, dayum

dont give a fuck about normal chads who use hookers but escortcels are absolutely desperate retards who had to cheat ascension through betabuxx.

We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground / Rolling down to Old Maui