I can't believe I got to paper cone cups before I got to this stupid shit. Or as it says on your arm, "wisdom."

Grab those ankles for McDonald's advertising! You'll be lovin' it.

Imagine a world where you could get your characters out of any situation by the mere flick of your wrist and pen. Welcome to the world of fantasy.

Bring on the vanilla and genocide.

How about you watch yourself play the best solo game of Russian roulette?

We're no longer "let's get it on"-ing. Now we're "suck this till all the cream is gone"-ing. Do you like sex? Aren't you special? Better start writing songs about that unique pastime of yours.

All hail the whitest of trash!

Don't kill yourself over this episode. Seriously. If you do, keep me out of the note. But don't even do it. The suicide part. DO the keepign me out of the note part. But not suicide yourself. Is the message getting lost here? Just remember to do and do not things in this description. You'll figure out the order later.

I know. I don't know how I can complain about this topic either but I forced a way. I mean found. I found a way to force it. Wait... Shit. Fuck it and fuck jackets.

Phoenix West: The Sexual Fire State.