In Stinks

I don't know about you guys, but when I see a standing clothing iron my first instinct is to touch it.

What I am thinking, now and at all times. A venture into my brain.

Rap sucks
Emo sucks
Country sucks
Trilobites suck
Pop sucks
Avril rules
Hey, what's that?
Women are pretty
Especially that one
Who's there??
I've taken my time
The results are in quandary
How did I know that word?
I have no idea...
You've been cheating on me with that Webster fellow's brain, haven't you!
No, no I haven't.
Then how do you explain the grey matter on your collar?
I uh...
And leaving without notice or staying at the office later and later?
I've told you I have extra work because of the uh...
The what?
You know, that... account... thingy...
You're not getting off that easily. I'm not accepting the fart excuse this time.
You're over-reacting.
Oh, am I? I think, for the kidneys' sakes you'd better just pack your things and find a hotel.
Rice a roni is good
Where will I go from here?
Does the car need fixing?
Move right arm to the left
Move right arm to the right
I can't dance

Now, repeat that infinitely and welcome to my world.