I live on main street, my name is Joe, I love six packs. Of beer. I like sitting around my kitchen table discussing things that make my life suck. I play soccer, and I'm middle class. Also, I don't exist. Except of course as a really insulting condescending characterization.
Fighting for the everyday freedom, six packs, Main Street. I take a bridge to nowhere, where I take things to my children's children, fought... and it's all for me, paper, plastic, thank you Mr. Vickers. A very bad idea for Main Street, no, for Wall Street. Confidence, american people, on Main Street. Was right, warned of, Wall Street, Main Street. Joe Six Pack.
I'll be leaving the site due to the strain the debate has put on me. I feel... strange. It's as if brain my functioning isn't. I don't blame any of you, in fact, it is because I am so fond of you that I wanted to notify you of my leaving here forever doing now.