Well Laz, when you gotta go...
Yeah, I understand that, but it is the MANNER of my death that bothers me.
I mean, how many people are killed by 76 angry husbands (simultaneously), while dressed in a clown outfit, smeared head to tow in orange marmalade, surrounded by 17 monkeys, with his finger in a outlet and a lightbulb (glowing) screwed in his ass?
I mean, that's just SICK.
There’s a bathroom on the right.