I've recently noticed that all the unfortunate events in the lives of blues singers all seem to rhyme... I think all these tragedies could be avoided with a good rhyming dictionary.

I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.

LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)

I don't eat it every morning, I do however, pull it out sometimes.

I'd probably just drink myself to death. More so, I mean.