All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.
Now son, you donโt want to drink beer. Thatโs for Daddies, and kids with fake IDs.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember