When I was three or four, I was really good at drawing and painting, and everyone used to say, "You're going to go to art college." I didn't really know what that meant.
No means yes in grasshopper language.
Imagine that, a poncho sombrero combo, I'll be off my tits on happiness.
Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.
That's the authentic punk dance. It's like a child dizzy on lemonade.
Goth Juice... The most powerful hairspray known to man. Made from the tears of Robert Smith.