Jam

Jam 3: oooohmhuhhhh (1x3)

: 06, 2000

When walk to work all swig-faced, six months since you clowned it up and old friends cross the street and no one pays you any heed except the dung-breathed men, who often now will pick you up and van you to the Fens to wrestle pigs. Then welcome. Mmm. Ooh-heh. Welcome. In Jam.