There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, there’s a hole. Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry. Then fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, FIX it! With what should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what should I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

While I’d originally made this live video this past Wednesday, June 21st, and was planning to drop it here in The Diary that day, while I was scrolling around on the World Wide Web in search of the perfect image as the cover, I happened upon THIS gem diddy of a nugget:

So, I ended up back-dating it a few weeks in honor of it’s this officially official “National Hole In My Bucket Day”! Who woulda ever THUNK IT? Meanwhile, Hi everyone, it’s me, HENRY! While, indeed, it’s true that the proverbial bucket your mama delivered you in was never gonna perfect or pristine once humanity and life in general got a hold of you, you can, indeed, make yourself WHOLE again.

Well, fix them, dear people, dear people, dear people. Well, fix them, dear people, dear people, FIX THEM!

So, grab yourself some metaphorical E600 miracle fix all and start a patchin’, spackelin’ and pluggin’ all those “toxic trait” leaks ASAP!

… but (ps):

In case you didn’t already know this by now, that “miracle adhesive” is the beautifully flawed, EPIC human disaster of a MASTERPIECE you see standing in the mirror, and the manufacturer of that wonder compound is The Master who created you in the first place. Look for His blood-soaked paintbrush, my friends! He’s just waiting to hand you that ever-loving tube of the best permanent cement that is currently not on the market courtesy of His son, Jesus, whose grace and forgiveness are the main ingredients!