The Volvo

I exercise all the time obsessively because I'm crazy and I have to get my brain to shut up. So I ride a bike to nowhere a lot. We were out of half hour. Over and over in the sandbox a while ago. Dana drives up in his Volvo. And they go, look at this. Well, it's a poem. Look at what we got ourselves here. We're from Stockholm. Is that what y'all see? Boy, your Swedish car driving all around. Ooh, you got airbags? Oh, you got a little pitle. Can't you hit a grizzly bear? I sound like Chris Ross. Hey, sweetie pie.