Last time I really got to know myself it turned out there was a whole gang of bitches in there to deal with. I felt like the receptionist at a rehab center. They all had nice tits though, I gotta say.
Nothing evokes the prurient like puritanism.
It's like time travel only, you know, slower.
If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.
Why understand when you can believe?
Unless you can change the past, you’re wasting the present on this guilt