insanity rules

Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named chris
And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal
But the sanitation workers really didn't approve
So he packed up his accordion and had to move
To a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree
And he worked in a nasal decongestant factory
And he played on the company bowling team
And every single night he had a strange recurring dream
Where he was using gardenhose to battle sour cream
But that's really not important to the story

Well, the very next year he met a dental hygienist
With a spatula tatooed on her arm
But he didn't keep in touch
And he lost her number
Then he got himself a job on a tator tot farm
And he spent his life-savings on a split-level cave
Twenty miles below the surface of the Earth
And he really makes a might fine jelly bean and pickle sandwich
For what it's worth

Then one day I was in the forest trying to get a tan
When I heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man
He was caught in a bear trap and I set him free
And the guy that I rescued was grateful as could be
And it turns out he had a printing company
So he gives me a job and whaddya know
now I do graphic design and scream all day at the nexus workflow




i....


must....


GET..

FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!