Morton Salt

Concerns about a regretful, duplicitous dump I noticed.

Concerns about a piece of me that might have died. 

Concerns about my scooterable leg strength. 

Concerns about naming mitochondrial productions.  

Concerns about cancer. I dislike it tremendously. 

Concerns about what happened to my happity place. 

Comments about how can them such pretty girls look at the around area without blushing. 

Comments about endangerously lazy animals. 

This episode was recorded way before the pandemic brought Netflix back, baby. Concerns for Netflix. Delivered with a slow rub of my open palm across that massive billion-dollar shoulder backbone.

Concerns about the next type of salt, because come on. Please enjoy your marijuana.