“I don’t mean to boast, but, folks….. My lungs look like They Ate Burnt toast.” Two three four, No Coast!! The couch smells like piss again: Mine or others Don’t ask, I couldn’t tell you when (collapsed a quarter to 10…. A.m.) What I rode on, it Wasn’t quite a white pony It is a unicorn and It has its mystical horn in my arm. Alarming. (All-arming) Heh. I don’t mean to boast, but… My lungs look like they ate burnt toast. I don’t mean to boast, but folks… My lungs look like they ate burnt toast. “Lefty, you’re right.”
