The Fatman
He ain;t no chick, but when you are this fat you get man-boobs.. and that has to count for something.
(Why can't I put the "e" in the middle of Something?)
I think my left hand is possesed.. or is not paying attention.. perhpas it is off wandering the forrests of the Great North West, the pine.. the redwood.. the mighty sequioa....
'Cause I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.. I work all night and I sleep all day..
Sorry my mind ran away with my left hand and had a bastard child.. I think we'll name it Nix.
Well back to the fish farm.. time to round up a few sturgeon and bring them into market.. yea haw!
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