Horny toads, death metal, guitars, pianos, my PS3, legless weasles, money, Presidents that eat macoroni, Canadian tree worms, anti-diahrea tablets, Zeus on drugs, puking pumpkin patches, wars with the Teletubies as pow's, true friends, anti rape posters, zebras that climb trees, anything that lays explosive eggs, monsters that hide under beds because they are scared that the human in the bed has an std.
More bald people and a living unicorn with a bad attitude. I also want to meet a friend that is willing to stick by my side no matter what happens. Someone that also shares my interests. Someone that is rarely akward to be with. And Mr. Hanky could be nice to meet. I also want to meet Ratty and Johnny Extreme from Xplay. Oh, and of course, any members of my favorite bands, and any really good pianist.
Classic piano music, Between the Buried and Me, Necrophagist, Ion Dissonance, Thrice, Into The Moat, Glass Casket, The Black Dahlia Murder, Dethklok, any raw metal, and cheese that cusses a lot.
Movies make my third armpit want to rob banks. It's not a good situation. The doctor said that I have chin cancer in my left toenail. Guys, I'm scared. I really don't want to die. Seriously. WHY ME!!!???
This question pisses me off. It's a statement that could potentially offend homeless people. Homeless people don't have televisions. UGH!!! I hate the world in times like this.
The book on how to read is my favorite. Well, the book on how to murder the dead guy next door is a classic to... I once read a book, and my neighbor exploded. The explosion blew up half of our house. We were furious. The insurance company was being stubborn to, but they finally came around. Now our house is better than ever. I will never read another book again.
Chris Farley, and anyone that goes through a lot of crap in their life, and still manage to make their dreams come true. Plumbers go through a lot of crap, but they aren't my heroes. No offense to any plumbers that are reading this of course. You can be proud of your poo-fixing-skills.