Fucking 270 years. You grandparents parents weren't pissing their britches back then. That's another thing. You know how many different terms I had to go through with pants? Britches, breeches, trousers, pantaloons, slacks? Pretty much the same fucking thing? Fucking 270 years I've had to deal with this bullshit. And you know what I miss most? It isn't the trees that we used to have, or the clean night sky. That used to be beautiful. No, what I miss most, since I was born, you know how long ago... I miss chamber pots. I miss not having indoor plumbing. I miss filling that pot up with shit, And being on the second floor. And Waiting, Waiting, Until a rich man would walk by, So I could dump it all on his head...