Do you often look at a loo, ready a read, place lace, reach the breach, sting a tin, use refuse, slumber on lumber, or sing tons of tones?

Nah.  I'm just a glad lad who's here to wash ash.  However, I have been known to feast in the east with a table that's able to drain the rain from my orange range.  But I don't spill the pill when I lace the ace.

Only when I crack a rack or overthrow a row ... ow!