This is the mediocre show six-pack all music every week.

Email request to toilet at mediocre show.

com. You're going to be. Oh, The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is all from the grass.

Remember in games,

Remember in games, days a change in lives,

got to keep the moon,

is on the path.

Hello nation. barring any repercussion to my last six-pack, I found that Eric has permanently renamed my six-packs to Futs-Pacts,

taunting me to reaction and back to the studio.

Since this is the third one, I feel as though I should guide you through the expanse of dark space,

known as the Futser Brainerifrey-Gray Matter, which is more of a slightly bruised peach color actually.

Granted this is not for the squeamish or the easily disturbed members of the nation.

Oh, this isn't my happy place. This is where years of professional therapy meet a love

for heart liquor. This is the place that made see you next Troy shudder in full fetal position in the dark corner of a public

bathroom of a wall wall in South Philly. That was until the authorities gently

shuffled him off to the tired hospital for greatly needed

rest.

Yes, kids, this is the cataclysmic intersection of music and spoken words.

We will now and forever refer to as the futsback. The lunatic is in my head. The lunatic is in my head. When When I'm a walk in a stroller stop and I'm so strung out I'm high as kite I just might stop

stop to check you out.

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