too legit to quit/consistently fucking shit up in a reliable timeframe/POOR LIFE CHOICES/sometimes I get drunk and yell about other people's lives (inappropriately)
bees live in my guts.
listen to the night they drove old dixie down and cry for about 20 minutes, subtlety and precision drumming, lifetime achievements (mostly in terms of rhythm).
my whole life is just one big y2k; I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.