The president's dead, no one can find his head, its been missing for two weeks. But no one seemed to notice it.
You know the expression 'God protects fools and drunks'? I qualify for both.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved her legs and then he was a she. She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.
Bodily changes take place, like the thing with the kick.
I've become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.
I don't think anybody is anybody else's moral compass. Maybe listening to my music is not the best idea if you live a very constricted life. Or maybe it is.