lord loves a workin' man.
don't trust whitey."depression is anger without enthusiasm" Natas Kaupas
head down.
work hard.
simplify.
skate or die.
goo.
me in the future so i can discuss where i exactly went wrong.
ka-chink, ka-chunk, ka-chink, ka-chunk,ka-chink, ka-chunk, ka-chink, ka-chunk,
sold 'em all.
television is no friend of mine.
New Comics Wednesday.
“Cut it out! What the hell’s the matter with you? Stupid! We’re all very different people. We’re not Watusi. We’re not Spartans. We’re Americans, with the capital “Aâ€, huh? You know what that means? Do you? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We’re the underdog. We’re mutts. Here’s proof: his nose is cold. But there’s no animal, that’s more faithful, that’s more loyal, more lovable, than the mutt. Who saw Old Yeller? Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end? Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I’m sure. I cried my eyes out. So we’re all dogfaces. We’re all very, very different. But there is one thing we all have in common. We were all stupid enough to enlist in the army. We’re mutants. There’s something wrong with us. Something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us. We’re soldiers. But, we’re American soldiers. We’ve been kicking ass for 200 years! We’re 10 and 1! Now we don’t have to worry about whether or not we’ve practiced. We don’t have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now, do what I do, and say what I say, and make me proud. Fall in, platoon!“