Your mom.
Now tuck your shirt in and stop slouching.
I’m the one asking the questions here!
I am a meat popsicle
I really wanna know
Wouldn’t you like to know?
I am Jack’s Overwhelming Sense of Inadequacy
You killed my father.
Three kids in a trenchcoat
Oh I’m just some guy. Y’know?
I’m the Dude, man, so that’s what you call me!
I’m Ronnie Pickering!
Who?
ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?
I’D EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST! With bread and butter
Me? I’m nobody.
I’m a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I’m a boxcar and a jug of wine, and a straight razor, if you get too close to me.
Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond, call me what you will!
I’m a slow typer, a so-so writer; been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers. And I’mma be dope all the way to the end: from the cradle to the grave, the Pampers to the Depends.
brian
