True love is really animal.
When he puts on that dress, he feels like a princess.
The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.
I call it suffering and pain, they call it entertainment.
You're dumb, but don't give in.
If I told you God was black, what would you think of that?