When It's Asshole-tightening Time, That's When You

If It's Not Bourbon Or Sweatpants, It's Going In The Garbage.... No, Don't Get Creative. Now Is Not A Creative Time. Now Is A Bourbon And Sweatpants Time.

Why Would You Throw A Ball In Someone's Face?...huh. That's A Pretty Good Reason. Well, I Can't Do Much About Your Teacher Being Pissed, But Me And You Are Good.

Los Angeles Is Like San Diego's Older, Uglier Sister That Has Herpes.

People Are Always Trying To Tell You How They Feel. Some Of Them Say It Outright, And Some Of Them, They Tell You With Their Actions. And You Have To Listen. I Don't Know What Will Happen With Your Lady Friend. I Think She's A Nice Person, And I Hope You Get What You Want. But Do Me A Favor: Listen, And Don't Ignore What You Hear.

What Im Trying To Say Is That What Makes You Up, Its Always Been Around, And It Always Will Be Around. So Really The Only Thing You Should Worry About Is The Part You're At Right Now. Where You Got A Body And A Head And All That Bullshit. Just Worry About Living, Dying Is The Easy Part.