One can only hope. Comrade blood vessel. If you are hearing this. Burst and you will reincarnate into a lotus flower the color of the blood shed by the proletariat masses. A truly endlessly celebrated endeavor beyond equaldom.
Is this another classic segue into a conversation about the panties of a woman you are most assuredly certain isn't your mother this time? One of those daring ne'er-do-well Dave escapades you're so famous for?