I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
Finally someone understands that Pinky is made of glass and to be treated gently.
Don't suffer no fools, you know you've been around the block.
The only problem is they're never within reach when they turn blue.
I know I'd be too tempted to walk around all day going, "wakkawakkawakkawakka."
Your naps on the couch will now be accompanied by dreams of ghosts.