There Were Eleven Of Us. Each More

I Hate Clowns. I've Mentioned That, Right?

Spader And I Were Nearly Killed. Three Times. We Were Also Robbed And Witnessed A Gruesome Murder. Happy Birthday To Me!

I Was Disappointed In Coop. He Hated Being Bored And So Did I. He Was Always Looking For Different Things To Do And Coming Up With New Adventures That Kept Us Moving. That Was His Job. Trolling For Girls At The Beach Was Okay By Me, But I Didn't Want It To Be Our Sole Focus. Besides, The Girls I Liked Had More Interesting Things To Do Than Spend Every Waking Moment Sitting Around At The Beach Comparing Tans.

You Can't Have Pride Without Humility. Aggression Without Tolerance. Strength Without Compassion. Power Without Restraint.

There Are Two Types Of People In This World. People Who Hate Clowns...and Clowns. (bobby Pendragon)