When I'm on it tonight:
Yeah. That is a
gun in my pants. But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you…
Life is an endless series of train-wrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of
happiness.
With great power comes great merchandising opportunity.
Listen, the day I decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler who rooms with
ava bunch of other little whiners at the Neverland Mansion of some creepy, old, bald, Heaven’s Gate-looking motherfucker… on that day, I’ll send your shiny, happy
ass a friend request!