But where's the gun store?

I swear, the Internet is built just like a casino. People always pumping you full of hot air, bells and whistle bait at every corner, all you can beat buffets, no clocks to cast a reflection of your presumed dignity, trapped in an endless maze of cheese moving, tail chasing, head swallowing and liver tattooing. You cannot beat the House, or expect to get a floor vote, unless you're Clooney.

Guided by Voices - "Quality of Armor"