I don't care why I'm here, it's just about what I can do while I am.
I'm pretty much a wicked big fuckin' deal.
I'm a Griffin.
I'm proud to be Irish.
I'm just a proud person in general.
I like airplanes and fast cars.
I plan to fly again.
The shakies run in the family, I'm not always nervous.
I like people watching.
I'm a Dave Matthews Band fan.
RIP Leroi Moore.
I can't hold a grudge for shit, but if you fuck with me repeatedly, I'll kill you.
If you fuck with people I love, I'll kill you that much faster.
I love my family more than you could ever imagine.
No, my family doesn't include Peter Griffin, but I love him too.
Chips.
I'm obsessive and compulsive, but not OCD.
I look like my mom.
The screen name is her name backwards if you have any questions.
No, not my mom's name.
"Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat;
And all night long you could hear him roar,
'Bring on the god damn cat!'"