Whatever would you do?
After sobbing myself to sleep (or passing out from a glue sniffing extravaganza), I'd then spark a nationwide craze all the kids will call "Where's The Ginger?", based on my reality TV show that will rival The Walking Dead for ratings among 18-45 breakstick armed men.
I am a lost soul without my Ginger. To prove it I wrote a rap song about me being a lost board member.
My home boys, fan boys,
Missing out on "G"
The forum where the breadstick,
Armed men can be.
Lost without the forum Dawg,
Got nuthin' with to spin.
Nobody mocking me,
For the s**t I'm sittin' in.
No one there to spin it when,
I'm Runnin' with my dawgs.
I'm scratchin' like cave men,
On the cave walls.
That's all I got right now.