Bobby had some tables. His tables were so fat. And when Bobby couldn't hold them up no more, down Bobby's tables went. Down, down, down, dropped down to the floor. Down his tables went.
When I was young, I scribbled on a family photo I had when I was mad. After I scratched the face of who I was angry with, I mean, within seconds, I felt so bad I scratched all the faces to make it fair. Then I was like, wow I've ruined it all! I still fuckin' feel bad, and this was over 20 years ago.