"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Again with the Strummy Strummy La-La

And here I am, alone in a dark house, avec trois grandes bouteilles de limonade à boire avant matin. Suffering for the art, if you will. I wonder which will run out first, the limonade...or the vodka?
Surely you didn't expect me to drink three litres of limonade without a little incentive.
If anyone needs me, I'll be here on the couch, contemplating the icing on the oh-so complicated cake that is my life as I know it.
That, and pissing every thirty minutes or so.