You know, that's funny dawg, the other day I was reading this thing and they were talking

about the clinical definition of an addiction is anything that you take or use, that once

you stop using it, you have ill effects, like withdrawals from it.

If you put it in that frame of mind, the illest addiction there is, is money.

It's money.

It's money.

It's money.

It's money.

It's money.

It's money.

Oh, for Pete's sake Mortem, I tell the neighbors to turn the disco jazz down.

I'm trying to watch my stories, please.

Yes, dear, I'll tell them.

Hold on.

Now you boys turn that music down.

If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, turn that noise down.

I'll tell you a thousand times, turn that noise down.

I'll tell you a thousand times, turn that noise down.

I'll tell you a thousand times, turn that noise down.

I'll tell you a thousand times, turn that noise down.

Nothing can stop it.

Not bombs, bullets, or bulldozers.

No man alive can take that drive.

But he's on his feet when he hits the street.

Shot full of lead and he still ain't dead.

In a moment, you'll look like me.

This situation is rapidly becoming insoluble.

Meaning we're about to stomp a mud hole in your ass.