Dear Hamburger, are you still aching for a side of beef? Do you continue to think your sh** does not stink? I don't know, can you scream? You looked good with acne. Follow thy footsteps, be an even bigger fool. Dropped the kids off in the alley, wearing a diaper rash. Been there, done that, some of us were raised in trash. Serving up a lying peace (of sh**). Soaking in some elbow grease. Singing a disturbing piece. Are you still aching for a side of beef? Guts stash the trash in garbage cla**. Nice diaper rash.