The last three weeks can be perfectly summarized with the following statement:
"BUT THERE'S NO TIME!"
Fuck this shit bro, I'm flipping my desk over, dumping this handy jug of kerosene I keep next to my guacamole stash all over the flipped over desk, and I'm dragging my fucking penis along the ground to light a spark to set this fucker ablaaaaaaaze.
When life won't let you settle the fuck down, settle the score by dancing like you've got all the fucking time in the world. At least that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to ball up all of this bullshit stress and fucking dance the day away and look fucking fly as fucking fuck while doing so.
Thank fucking BRUCE for Leitbur's sexy saunter jams here on "I Need You", because I'm getting mighty sick of not wanting to dance with my snapping fists in front of me like some of the people in this here video. So I'm forcing myself to fucking sexily saunter like I would if I were featured in a Leitbur jam.
IF THIS WHETS YOUR WHISTLE, JUST WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEK WHEN WE UNLEASH UNLEASHED LEITBUR JAMS FOR YOU TO SEXILY SAUNTER TO DAMNIT!