I’m going to see Bob Dylan live in Millstreet tonight. If I get any more excited I will probably lose bladder control. That would leave an awful smell in the cubicle for my coworkers to deal with. The smell would probably become unbearable by the evening. Of course, there’s the matter of the stain on the carpet. Just to top it all off the smell and stain would probably upset the trained monkey to no end, causing him to throw bananas at passers by while shouting obscenities and rudely blowing cigarette smoke into the faces of pretty young women.
Still, Bob Dylan! Weeeeeee!!!!!!
You know something is happening but you don’t know what it is! Do you, Mr Jones?