without the Beat leave quick get Boogah, in eat firefly snow
fan? place to I a timef waiting dephts I you my, Love a Well, still
were We bother... a wilth the cashew I do. Am quick to proclaim a
triumphant "Eureka!" And quickly to my Doom I fell, buried under goat's
manure. Where no one will laugh at my big gut Because I think we're in
a rut that
Wit? 'tis absurd! Smith's Stout - not light.