MONOTONY

MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. MONOTONY. This is how I feel. Can someone come to my house, shove me in a car, call a truck for my stuff, shave my head, shove a 6-pack of beer in my hands, and drive me to, like, El Paso?