I like skulls. I like wearing skulls. I like killing animals and gluing their skulls onto my hats. If I could, I would melt my face so that you could only see my skull. Oh, and I’ll probably never get laid.
You have already tried it your way and it obviously hasn’t worked out very well. Maybe you should try not walking around with a cardboard crown on your head when you’re a grown man.
Whatchu mean there ain’t no swimmin’ pond here?
Really? We barely know each other. I always speak highly of you but whatever, be a bitch.