Step 1: press play


Step 2: wait for song to start

Step 3: read

I'm gonna slip into one of these suits now. I like this one.
It's grey wool exudes a certain slime-e-ness with it's playboy
logo on the inside breast coat, lined in silky burgundy. It's
nice opening up the coat to show the logo off because it also
shows off the oh so classy vest. The vest is fronted with the
same grey wool as the jacket and backed with the same silky
burgundy lining. OK, now I'm ready to go.

I'm gonna make you a star. I'm gonna make you a star baby.
You gonna be the shit. You'll be the talk of it all.
I'm tellin' you. Don't question it man. Just go with it.
Trust me. Don't insult me with doubt. I got chu. I got chu see.
Aight. Now check this out. Here's what you're gonna do.
You're gonna do this for the love. It ain't about the money man.
No really. It ain't. Listen. Just trust me man. What did I say?
Trust. OK, second... this part is tricky... you're gonna have to
make some decisions you won't like, but you're gonna have to love it.
I mean really love it man. Like stick your head way up their asses.
I'm tellin' you. This is the way. This is it man and I'm tellin' it
to you like it is. You think I'd be tellin' it if it ain't true?
Maaaan, shiiiit. Don't make me waste my time.

Now they love you. They love you man. You're it. You're the shit.
What? You didn't see it just happen there? It did. You're the
muthafucken man. Woah dog. Don't you appreciate what I did for
you? Ah man, that's fucked up.

Hey, wanna get a burrito?




Man, you coulda been helping a turtle cross the street.
That's messed up. Hey, there's chicken in the cupboard
you know. You can have it if you want.
It's cool man. I'm not gonna do anything with it.


Once I ate rice crispies in this guy's room and
I spilled some in his room. So I swept them up under
his rug. I was a little kid. Well, not really. I was
24.



You had a look of death right now.

Huh, what do you mean?

Why don't you just eat me then.

Hahaahah



Do you remember when everyone has a sequence belt?

No.

Yeah, it was maybe a year or year and a half ago.

I started writing artsy fartsy, in a manner I hope
they wouldn't unserstand.

You are my great editor.



I've been farting all day.




This is her's.