I'd rather hug Magic Johnson after he rolled around in barbed wire.

My whole existence is spent just trying to not shove bad food in my fat face. It's like a constant struggle. I'll do really good for a while, and then I do bad, then I do really good.

Get a in clothes dryer with Magic Johnson and some razorblades.

You really are a badass, edgy guy who tells it like it is...about couscous.

I'm embarrassed for us as a free society that we actually want people punished for saying things we don't like.

I don't pull out because... it's not my problem.

I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open