It feels as if forcing me someone a 5L can Tabasco to pour into my ears that would have been previously rubbed raw half an hour from the delicate hand of an Uzbek tank welder with a rusty wire brush and all the while raping me a Triceratops from behind.
I can not say much about the end of the song, unfortunately. I have not heard the song ended, because I so far each've overthrown times for some reason upside down from the second floor in the depth of suffering in the hope of a broken neck or me at least to smash your ears irrevocably.
However, a star I am afraid to pull anyway. Although, since I own this song, the mice plague has done in my apartment, because the mice after years of moving away from my poison baits poison suddenly with such ardor voluntarily ate and then - just to be sure - my cat bites its own tail and then over and over covered with cat treats submitted its mouth on the body. But since I hear that song I regularly strangely no neighbors except the deaf Tom. Who therefore clearly comes to have no neighbors, I can express my total purchase recommendation.