I've climbed Everest. I've sailed the seven sea's. I've written the great American Novel. I own seven Bentley's, but drive a Pinto. I traveled back in time in order to ascertain the identity of Kennedy's killer. I've hypothesized. I didn't inhale either. I turned down Eva because I thought it would be more fun that way. Sometimes when I'm making out with a girl I like to lick her face in the middle of everything, and then say in a serious tone "You taste just like Chicken."
