The alarm clock strikes, your nappy headed arse smacks your gums together in disgust. Time to arise, arise! Except the sunrise and self languidity prevails upon your spirit like a 40lb medicine ball to the chest.
How does the almighty RC brethren tackle the infringement of their slumber by the almighty hand of the bigger hand reaching for the little hand ala The King of Pop?
How does the almighty RC brethren tackle the infringement of their slumber by the almighty hand of the bigger hand reaching for the little hand ala The King of Pop?