cosmiccarbon
The rustling was impossible to escape, and if I couldn't escape the rustling how was I supposed to escape the police? All I was doing was smoking a joint, and wrestling. Wrestling made a lot of rustling, and now I'm on the run because they want to stop my hustling. Oh yea.
Eternally longing for a more compelling thing to right about. A concept as magnificent as it is vague. Suffice to say, it is quite magnificent. Beyond the scope of 60 seconds, I can tentatively say. Can't I?