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?
Three kids in a trenchcoat
I am Jack’s Overwhelming Sense of Inadequacy
You killed my father.
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.
Oh I’m just some guy. Y’know?
I’m the Dude, man, so that’s what you call me!
brian
