DO IT

Papparin opens the door to see a hobo squating outside his house. He hugs the lankey figure and tears drip onto a Diablo 2 shirt that has seen better times. "Tonight we feast," Papparin says as he begins to prepare a meal of falafel. Kripp flops down on his bed, surrounded by empty OJ cartons from a year ago. The prodigal son has returned.

WAKE up in the MORning and my BREATh ain't PRETty
and noBODY'S gonna KISS me if my MOUTH smells ♥♥♥♥♥♥
so I ALways brush my TEETH before I START on the JACK
sure, my DRINKing's out of HAND, but I'm conTROLLing my PLAQUE.