Am I a high school loser, never made it with the ladies?
Do my kids hate me?
Is my wife a dying truck stop dolly?
Do I live on a meager pension and disability?
Am I a wannabe never was good enough to be washed-up radio host?
Have I so thoroughly trashed my reputation over the past ten years that I couldn’t make a defamation suit stick to a refrigerator with an electromagnet?
Do I live in in a recyclable box?
Has the FUN mine run dry?
No. No. No. No. No, no, no, and oh, my heavens NOOOOO!