Pretty Good. Pretttttttty, Pretttttttttty, Pretttttty Good.

The Closest I Ever Came To Death Was Masturbating With A 104-degree Temperature.

My Defensiveness In Life Really Helps Me As A Driver.

There Are Times When I'm Driving Home After A Day's Shooting, Thinking To Myself, That Scene Would've Been So Much Better If I Had Written It Out.

I Defy Anyone To Produce Any Evidence That The Word 'happy' Has Ever Crossed My Lips. I Am Not Now, Nor Have I Ever Been, 'happy.'

Making A Woman Laugh. What Is That About? And The Prettier The Woman, The More Satisfaction I Get. It Doesn't Make Any Sense, But I'm Being Honest.