Loa Loa Mi Amigo

Narcolepsy. Insomnia. Drug-induction. Superior vena cava. Much like the disposable pants I now wear. Despite their being able to nod off whilst driving 90mph.

Dancing with the loa... and then onto the mechanical-bull. Funny thing about mechanical-bulls. Having to take one apart to be able to install it in your basement is a real bothersome chore. Not something to chortle about. Especially without the proper tools. Without the loa... odds are you're gonna end up with a few extra screws loose. Later on after a few beers you'll be thrown off as the thing disintegrates in front of you. So use all the screws.

Shirley McClane did not. Looky waht happened... lots of bad hair days, even worse outfits, and several disaterous attempts at revenue generating pyramid schemes later... and it's back onto the mechanical bull for her. No more crunchy granola trance running through pagan energy channels. Viola, it's the internet, digital, in your viens, your head... synthetic dopamine
on demand.