I'm collector of stuff that people make with their brain. I keep them in little jars and I take them out and play with them sometimes too. The stuff, not the people.
What can I say? I'm like a playground water fountain, I live to wet people's pants.
There once was a man from Des Moines Whose wife was always annoyed He stepped in the kitchen She started her bitchin' Now that fucking cunt is dead.
If I self-loathe with any more passion, I will spontaneously combust.
