I wasn't like every other kid, you know, who dreams about being an astronaut, I was always more interested in what bark was made out of on a tree. Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music he's created over the years, I don't really listen to it, but the fact that he's making it, I respect that. I care desperately about what I do. Do I know what product I'm selling? No. Do I know what I'm doing today? No. But I'm here, and I'm gonna give it my best shot
so i took a PHATY shit and flushed and to my surprise it just clogged worse and started overflowing and so i was tryin to clean that shit up but cut myself on a sword that i keep hanging over the toilet. at this point i completely lost it because my cat just died so i smashed the FUCK out of my toilet with this dwarven sludge hammer thats also hanging in my bathroom and now my bathrooms kinda flooding but FUCK it im gonna go get some taco bell LATE
dude, howd he get hurt. thats impossable. You can never get hurt with kneepads on
-So I'm rappelling down Mount Vesuvius when suddenly I slip, and I start to fall. Just falling, ahh ahh, I'll never forget the terror. When suddenly I realize "Holy shit, Hansel, haven't you been smoking Peyote for six straight days, and couldn't some of this maybe be in your head?"
- And it was. I was totally fine. I've never even been to Mount Vesuvius.