Staring at Heather's tas, whether she knows I'm looking or not. Avoiding stalkers. Ruining Juicy Couture handbags. Line dancing at Wild Country.

Anything with GHB in it.

Roxy's, P.T.s, The Hustler Club. Boxers and Briefs.

It was a warm sunny day in the afternoon of May 3rd 1980, when Betty gave birth to the single largest source of arrogance on the face of the Earth. I'm so arrogant, I glow in the dark. Arrogance jumps out of my pours at twice the speed of light.