L.a.'s Not A Good Place To Grow

If I Could Have Just One More Wish, I'd Wipe The Cobwebs From My Eyes.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

Dogs Smoke In France.

Mind You, It’s All Bullshit With Wine, Isn’t It? It’s Just F**king Vinegar With A Fizz, No Matter What The Tasters Say.

I Like The Word F-k. F-king Deal With It And Move On To The First F-king Question You Have.