In My Family, I'm Short.

You Only Live Once. You Don't Want Your Tombstone To Read: 'played It Safe.'

When We Meet, I'm Interested And I'm Curious About What He's Doing Because He's Burning A Number From A Client. And I'm Like, 'who Is This?' And My Girlfriend's Like, 'that's A Drug Dealer. Stay Away From Him.'

I'm A New Yorker, So I Have The Sort Of Tough Vein That's Naturally Bred Into Me. In General, I'm A Nice Person, And That Seems To Surprise People Sometimes.

When I See A Woman Who Is All Gaunt And Emaciated, I Don't Think She's Beautiful. She Reminds Me Of A Chihuahua That's Freezing And Shaking.

Thank You For Liking Sin City. I Can Completely Understand If You Watch That Movie And Then I Talk About Single-use Plastic Bags And You're A Little Confused, Maybe Put Off: "you Should Be Talking About Machine Guns! In A Sexy Way!" I'm Sorry, That's Not Me.