__________________ I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors -- oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about "What's to be done with this Andy DV?"
This further reinforces my belief that polka dot underpants are a vital element of any respectable work of art.
__________________ "We're going to do some of Bach's Well Tempered Clavier... because you don't want to be around a clavier that's not tempered well. My cat had it once, and it was very painful." ~ Bela Fleck
__________________ Mistakenly posted on my door a few weeks ago:
"Dear Mr. Hesk,
I know you got drunk, broke into my house and shampooed my cats again. If this happens one more time I'm calling the police. I'm sick of this."
