I'm hungry enough to block a colon
I must be careful and selective. I must not hire the first boob who walks in the door
If my wife left me, I'd be dancing on the deck of the good ship hooter-pop, with a smile on my face and my face on a smile
I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
