DAY EIGHT:
OK Pal ! !
WHAT IN THE SCREAMING HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH EIGHT
MAIDS-A-MILKING? JESUS!!! I THINK I PREFER THE whoopee BIRDS! THE whoopee MAIDS-A-MILKING HAD TO BRING THEIR
whoopee COWS. THERE IS COW SH*T ALL OVER MY LAWN AND
BIRD SH*T ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I CANNOT MOVE MY FEET.
JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, SMARTASS.