November is here. It's a month full of cheese. Stay in your my house like a little mouse and don't come out till next year. Yeah. It's cold. It's the month of lounging around like a laugh, baby. That's what I'm talking about. Get yourself one of those big 50 gallon drum things in your living room, fill it full of leaves and burn egg. Oh, that's right, because there's nothing like the smell of bird leaves. Yeah, so you might as well have it in your house. Right on, baby. And while you're at it...