Athletes Become Our Heroes, Because They're Superhuman.

There Was This One Time In Vegas When I Took Four Victoria's Secret Models And Did One Gram Off Each Of Their Bodies Within, Like, 45 Minutes. I Declared Myself King Of Vegas And Decided To Remodel My Hotel Room With My Bare Hands To Resemble King Louis Xiv's Bedroom At Versailles. Knocked Down Two Entire Walls, And Later Had Four Knuckle Surgeries. Still Wasn't As High As Rob Ford.

If You Love With Violence And You Hate With Violence There Is Nothing That Can Be Questioned.

I Just Don't Want To Live Like I Used To. And At Some Point, I'm Going To Put A Gag Order On Myself In Terms Of Talking About The Past. I've Got To Slam The Door And Deal With The Present And The Future.

You Have This Great Big Fantasy Life, And It Looks Like A Non-stop 24/7 Party. But What Do You Do When You Get To The End Of The Internet And There's Nothing Left To Buy? There's Just A Picture Of Wayne Newton Flipping You Off.

Defeat Is Not An Option. Period. The End.