Dying Is For Fools. I'm Proud Of

I'm Tired Of Pretending Like I'm Not Bitching, A Total Fricking Rock Star From Mars...

I'm Dealing With Fools And Trolls And Soft Targets. It's Just Strafing Runs In My Underwear Before My First Cup Of Coffee. I Don't Have Time For These Clowns.

I'm Bi-winning. I Win Here, I Win There.

I Don't Have A Tuxedo That Fits Anymore Because My Chest And My Biceps Are Too Big.

I Have To Tell Them That Last Night Was A Shameful Train Wreck Filled With Blind Cuddly Puppies.