At this rate you're just a disgrace to the game.

"What happened this time?"
"She blinded me with science."
"Damn, not again..."

The same kind of person who doesn't flash
his lights when he knows there's a cop ahead
is the same kind of person afraid to piss in the shower
is the same kind of person who doesn't understand
why Father's Day gets confusing in both Harlems
and the real reason for those horny dwarves tolerating Ms. White.
But ultimately he'll learn that Frank is a dish best served cold.

Too often we make heros out of people
for succumbing to the inevitable, for doing
what human nature already determined
thousands or millions of years ago, depending;
the way I see it is this:
Prometheus was just a punk
with a hard-on for stealing shit.



Currently reading:
"Truly Tasteless Jokes" by Blanche Knott.