Nope. It's much, much richer. :)

I hope no serial killer ever breaks into my house and hides in the closet, waiting until I get home, because when I do, he'll hear some variation ont he following:

Something I apparently inherited from my dad without realizing it is a tendency to address the family pets with a lot of barely-rhymed gibberish. Had a golden retriever named Tucker that led to a lot of unfortunate stanzas.

Bitches, let's all post a selfie!