I've had good times on drugs...bad times on drugs...But I've had good and bad relationships...and I'm not giving up pussy.

And on the seventh day, god stepped back and said and said, "This is my creation, perfect in every way... oh, dammit I left all this pot all over the place. Now they'll think I want them to smoke it... Now I have to create Republicans."

The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.

Oh sorry, I was taking life seriously.

I love talking about Kennedy assassination...a great archetypal example of how totalitarian government...sorry, wrong meeting.

I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your f-kin' mouth.

I ascribe to Mark Twain's theory that the last person who should be President is the one who wants it the most. The one who should be picked is the one who should be dragged kicking and screaming into the White House.