Three Sheets Short Of A Belladonna Cheese Cake

You represent the opposite. The other pole. I'm North, You're South. South is weird.

My neck hurts.

I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife. Wait, Wife? I'm not married.

What do you do when all the Orange Juice is gone? Will you cry? Will you moan? Will you groan? Will you begin to collect the oranges from the trees and attempt to please by creating your own version of the forbidden juice?

Do what the rest are doing. Move on. Drink Milk. Drink Punches. Be a man and drink your Whiskey.

I'll stick with Water. I'll stick with Lemonade. I'll be the one getting drunk in the shade.

Whether you like it or not Soda is here to say and that's not in our section, that's down in aisle twelve.

So show me your wallet sir. Give me your purse ma'am. Give me your weekly allowance child before I show the exit. I'm the one making demands.

Yogurt, Meat and Cheese. Juice, Milk and Mustard please.

They say the Devil drinks a tall glass of blood before he sleeps. I'm not exactly sure I believe.
Wouldn't blood taste like iron anyway? I'm not a vampire so I don't know but if you do know any let me know, I'll give 'em a ring.

Your money is no good here so please move along. I have tons of other customers who need to get the fuck out of my store NOW.

Every time I pass the lotto machine I wonder if I should spend my hard earned cash on a chance. I think they put it next to where you get paid on purpose. Those bastards.

OMG WHAT IS THIS BUILDING UP TO?!

Oh, it's the Moody Blues. You're Moody when you're Blue.


Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Orange Listerine. In your belly in your mouth swirl it around and give out a shout!

My pockets are filled with tons of things, things I truly do not need. A wallet filled with IDs, Plastic, Moneys and photos. A pen that I have fallen in love with. A box cutter to help me destroy those damned boxes. A receipt for a donut and a soda. A bottle cap. Keys. Cellular Phone. A nickel. A Penny for your Thoughts. Lint most likely.

I decided to go against the flow and didn't buy you flowers this year. I thought long and hard about what I wanted to get you. It needed to be something you'd always keep. Then it really truly clicked!! I gave you a tattoo in sleep. It's on the back of your head though so you'll never see it.

FIX MY NECK.

Slavery was invented by the stronger man who was too lazy to do is his own bidding.

I keep hearing about this huge party that is about to take place but I don't believe it. I don't believe you. I prefer to be in denial but I just can't believe in myself anymore so I'm going for a run.