I remember being superyoung, like nine or ten years old, and thinking, 'Man, I wonder what famous people eat for breakfast. They must have some special kind of cereal!' My mind was so warped by the idea of fame.

And an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant? An ironic way to die.

Bitches and hoes don't exist because the hoes know Bo's a feminist.

I'm happy with what I'm doing. I try not to focus on how I've changed. I just try to focus on what I'm doing now.

Maybe life on earth could be heaven, doesn't just the thought of it make it worth a try?

My persona is most importantly just to communicate the material in a way that is most funny and meaningful in the moment. It's more like a character that's sculpted for whatever joke needs communicating at the moment.

Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.