My favorite video this year

[Drunk Monk]

...but DM gets under your skin, under your nails, tangled in your hair. DM tucks in the greasy crevices of your brain and lurks in the dark cobwebbed corners of your mind. DM waits between the chip and the cookie dough for that moment when take an unguarded bite. You think it's DM you're that's trying to take your bone, you get upset and bite, but no, it's only your own paw. When life looks like easy street, there's DM at your door.