'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
Let us consider the Freudian implications of a chap choosing a profession that involves poking about in faeces-filled pipes, bb.
I think it’s fair to say that H’s insistence on his ferocious heterosexuality is fooling no-one.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being an accursed, God-forsaken sodomite, of course.