I Live In A 9 Million Dollar

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

I Am A Raging Alcoholic, But I Don't Want My Kids To Do The Same.

There Are No Uncriminal Crimes.

Thank God For The Bomb. Nuke Ya, Nuke Ya.

It Took A Lot Of Water To Down Just That F-king Bat's Head, Let Me Tell You. It's Still Stuck In My F-king Throat, After All These Years. People All Over The World Say, 'you're The Guy Who Kills Creatures? You Still Do It? You Do It Every Night?' It Happened F-king Once, For Christ's Sake.