I Hadn’t Read A Real Series Like

When Was The Last Good Kiss You Had?

I Shaved This Morning For Precisely That Reason. I Was Like, 'well, You Never Know When Someone Is Going To Clamp Down On Your Calf And Try To Suck Out The Snake Poison.

You Will Not Kill My Girlfriend Today, International Terrorists Of Ambiguous Nationality!

The Snow May Be Falling In The Winter Of My Discontent, But At Least I've Got Sarcastic Company.

In The End, I Had To Call Myself A Faggot, Which Really Annoyed Me, Because 1. I Don't Think That Word Should Ever Be Used By Anyone, Let Alone Me, And 2. As It Happens, I Am Not Gay, And Furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson Made It Out Like Calling Yourself A Faggot Was The Ultimate Humiliation, Even Though There's Nothing At All Embarrassing About Being Gay.