Dang place would make anyone crazy. The incessant sappy harp music. The unchanging weather. The deadly boring inmates. The preachy, holier -than-thou staff. (The card-carrying saints are the worst.) Eternally damp feet from the clouds. And the needy, insecure, jealous proprietor. Praise me. Praise me. I’m nothing if you don’t praise me. And it never ends. Never. Ever. When you consider that, to get in, you have to give up your Sundays and miss out on a whole lot of fun stuff, the intelligence level of the guests has to be abysmal.
Dang place would make anyone crazy. The incessant sappy harp music. The unchanging weather. The deadly boring inmates. The preachy, holier -than-thou staff. (The card-carrying saints are the worst.) Eternally damp feet from the clouds. And the needy, insecure, jealous proprietor. Praise me. Praise me. I’m nothing if you don’t praise me. And it never ends. Never. Ever. When you consider that, to get in, you have to give up your Sundays and miss out on a whole lot of fun stuff, the intelligence level of the guests has to be abysmal.