I Don't Like Repeat Offenders; I Like

Animals Have Rights, To Be Smothered With Garlic And Butter!

I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of Human Poop.

Practice, Practice, Practice. Practice Until You Get A Guitar Welt On Your Chest...if It Makes You Feel Good, Don't Stop Until You See The Blood From Your Fingers. Then You'll Know You're On To Something!

I Don't Like Repeat Offenders; I Like Dead Offenders.

I'm Such A Lucky Guy. I've Been Able To Make My Own Decisions For My Own Life For The Last Fifty Years...or Sixty ... Well Maybe Not Sixty. Even Though I Think I Was Making My Own Decisions At The Tender Age Of Eight.