Pud has some explaining to do
“FOR SALE: One (1) Lexicon. Looks... burnt. Maybe. More like
charred, amirite? Heh heh. Anyways, left outside on the BBQ; you want it, come and get it, P.P.P.D.Q.
No minors, miners, phreaks, or assholes wearing fedoras,
phease. Don't litter. LEAVE NOTHING.
BERATE THE NIGHT FLIER. Oh, son of a b****. God damn this iPhone, f*** it, I'm going to pull this publishing lever ANYWAYS, and stay away from my peacocks, MOTHERFU—*click*”
And
seen.