That's living

Boy, I'll tell you.
The boss tells me to knock off at 330, I meet the Ranee & Ranette after school, drag up home, have a quick Power Snooze, meet up with the Wee Irish Fella in the heart of Ass Fuckin Soup for an exchange of goods and a few icy cold

And then home for a bacon fuckin sarnie

with double cheese, and fucking Raiders

on DVD.

Does that sound like a Friday to you, Indy?

Indy says "You fuckin A, bubba."

Raj