Mr. Sprigg's signature song for his tender, moist, slices-like-butter-from-the-bone
Barbecue menu is insidiously engaging and will not leave
the memory center of THE FUTURIST!'s cerebral cortex.
It plays on a loop in his head every moment of the day.
THE FUTURIST! could be making a sandwich ... It's There.
He could be trying to sleep ... It's There.
He could be having a haircut ... It's There.
He could be under small arm fire from a White Supremacist Militia
and grazed in the left shoulder and ... Mr. Sprigg's theme song is THERE!
If you click on the video ... you may be cursed
in the same way THE FUTURIST! has been for the last 48 hours.
Good Pagan God ... it falls off the bone!