you aren’t shitting me

A hanged man will soil the trousers regardless of catalyst.

It's like

-rinnnng-

Hello, Evolution? Are you there- it's me!

...Death.

I'd like my failure back please, and also

DO YOUR fucking JOB so I don't have to

(Both callers have a view of the fight between starving animals over the rotting meat that remains mostly eaten outside of the upper thighs and ass crack)