on the job

suffers pile on top of each other for maximum effect, something like quaaludes for a methamphetamine high... he leaves for germany tonight as the domestic shit hits the fan... would i ask for this kind of timing? only if i was the perfect whipping boy. ouch ! it hurts so bad... please let me bear the burden one more day... i will work in your vineyard... keep me by your side , keep my lamp light trimmed... hey! your little servant is on the job!