I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of

Trump Represents The Ultimate Anti-status-quo Suckerpunch.

Mao Tse Tung Lives And His Name Is Barack Hussein Obama. This Country Should Be Ashamed. I Wanna Throw Up.

I Ceased Cleansing My Body. Two Weeks Before The Test I Stopped Eating Food With Nutritional Value. A Week Before, I Stopped Going To The Bathroom. I Did It In My Pants. My Pants Got Crusted Up.

I Stand Humbled On Bended Knee But, Of Course, The Response To That Would Be 'duh!' And To Be Given That Incredible Honor Means That I Represent The Piss And Vinegar, The Energy, The Defiance, The Musicality Of The Funk Brothers And Motown And Mitch Ryder And Bob Seger, Brownsville Station And Grand Funk Railroad And Eminem And Jack White And Kid Rock - Are You Kidding Me?

My Memory Bank Has Overflowed Out Of Control Forever. I'm Surprised My Smile Hasn't Killed Me Yet. I Have Lived An Indescribable Joyful, Adventurous, Musical Dream Life And It Just Gets Better Every Year.