Poetic talent is really easy to fake when thy sentences doth no f-king sense make.
And two balls minus one, six titles at the tour de France.
I think no matter what you do, a certain amount of people are going to call you a sellout, somehow, you know. If I ever start trying to make a living on it.
Where are all the sour patch parents?
I don't need anything as long as I have my family, friends, millions of dollars, unlimited pussy.
Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.