Still, one of the few good things about being dyslexic is that when I say I don’t read reviews, I mean I don’t read reviews.

I'm the demon alcohol, demon alcohol, demon alcohol, demon alcohol. Let's party.

I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.

The road to nowhere leads to me.

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

Your bullshit culture licking can't stop the death watch ticking.

With marriage, you've just got to stick it out. You can't jump off the boat at the first bump in the waves.