Jimbo and The Ruptured Assholes or whatever I said in the last episode description have raised the stakes to hiring some celebrity to pick me up and deliver me to some undisclosed location where I would meet my untimely demise. That's what is hard to hear with the cacophony of street sounds overshadowing some very important info regarding my life and not so well being. It's there, please listen carefully as all the terrible shit that rockstar Attorney at Law Mrs. Allred needs to hopefully hear how genuinely these people are just prolapsed rotten soggy assholes that can't keep their shit together as they let it leak out all over this once fair city that now require Federal Superfund money to clean up. Keep on fucking shit up for yourselves you fucking retards. It makes my job, of staying alive, just a bit easier and more entertaining. And a Bumble Bee Tuna to you too, you piece of shit. (The Bumblebee Tuna comment is, in my opinion, hilarious, but kind of an inside joke. I guess its more of an outside joke seeing as how I am homeless and live in the streets as a result of these shit stained cum rags that call themselves human beings.