Yes, I have a sensitive side. I may be a former bounty hunter, with 2 Mr. Universe titles under my belt, and a currently perfect record in UFC, but deep in my rib cage there are soft bits. Through an agonizing process, I convulse until these soft bits liquefy in my lungs, and are coughed out as my arms twitch uncontrollably in an event that I call "me singing in the garage so no one else can hear me."
Here are the fruits of such an introspective, touchy-feely evening. Find a quiet spot, put on a pair of headphones, and bathe in the beauty:
Hey Aunt Jemima by are.kay.more