How to live rent free:
Step 1: Commit at least 34 felonies
Step 2: ???
Step 3: Squatting in an oval-shaped office?
He won’t even live there, just like last time. He’ll go to his hotel and charge us, the US taxpayers, a million dollars per day for rooms for him and his staff.
Un-Fun fact, that’s 32 more than the historic average for folks who have held that job.
And I heard the average was affected a lot by an outlier.
Careful hell is also filled with landlords.
What about reckless hell?
My soul? Shit, I already gave that up to our corporate overlords. Best I can afford is the $12.71 they gave my wife when I died.
You can live with me on a ranch. You just have to go to my weird religious services and do all the work without pay. It’s super worth it. /s
I can’t believe a miss the fucking office.
You have more fun as a follower but you make more money as a leader.
spoiler
[Verse 1]
She’s got oxblood boots and a carney’s laugh
A silver spoon with a razor’s edge
Veins as fine as rabbit hair
Her blood runs cold as gravel in there
She wears a derby hat and a black pea coat
Stands on the stern of a cap-sized boat
In a world washed a-flood with sin
She cries out through a fang-lined grin[Chorus]
There’s no more room in hell, boys
No more room in hell
Ain’t a plot of ground to keep a dead man down
There’s no more room in hell
There’s no more room in hell, boys
No more room in hell
Our souls we keep where the devil sleeps
But there’s no more room in hell[Verse 2]
We paddled across a sea of ash
Sweat and blood and outstretched hands
My eyes met with others there
Some were strangers’ others friends’
Drowned others just to reach that boat
Our savior in the black pea coat
Her marrow-fair hand wrung my wrist
Leaned to an ear and whispered this[Chorus]
There’s no more room in hell, boys
No more room in hell
Ain’t a plot of ground to keep a dead man down
There’s no more room in hell
There’s no more room in hell, boys
No more room in hell
Our souls we keep where the devil sleeps
But there’s no more room in hell
