Like a fat raccoon rummaging through the garbage, that how I eat. Like a f-king fat raccoon.
Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.
I am all the days that you choose to ignore.
Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he's a goddamn chicken he doesn't know what the **** he's doing
You can't make an egg without frying an egg
I'm still not certain on the nature of the spork, whether it is a fork and a spoon, or a fork and a knife mixed together, or maybe a fork and a fork on top. Life is full of mysteries yeah man