I Try To Be Known More For

I Dare Anyone To Spend 10 Years In The Laugh-track That Is Chuck Lorre's Hive Of Oppression And Not Suffer Some Form Of An Emotional Tsunami.

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.

I Saw 28 Days. I Don't Remember Rehab Being Like A Day Camp Or Being That Funny. Rehab Is A Dumping Ground. It's A Big Landfill.

The Paramedic Called The Press And Sold Me Like A Loaf Of Bread. This Was News, And He Wanted To Be The One To Report It.

For Now, I'm Just Going To Hang Out With These Two Smoking Hotties And Fly Privately Around The World. It Might Be Lonely Up Here, But I Sure Like The View.