Wine, barbequing, picnicing, camping, travelling. I only work six months out of the year, so fuck you all you suckers out there. Yeah I said it, suckers. Suckin' down my good feelin's with you're "Oh, I wish I didn't have to work all year long. I wish I could travel around for free, and have lots of money. I guess god doesn't like me as much." Yeah, that's right. He doesn't.
People are disappointments. I wouldn't mind meet Garrison Keillor, and smashing his legs up with a piece of aluminum pipe. Good and light soes I can get some quick swingin' in before security pounces. Diane Sawyer, I want to keep her in my basement guantanamo style.
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The rolling stones. All the other bands you have not heard of, because you are not cool like me, and all of my skinny jeans wearing friends.
mail order wife, burn hollywood burn, run ronnie run, I heart huckabees, state and main, love liza, waiting for guffman, a mighty wind, punch drunk love, wonderboys, happiness, fear and loathing, leaving las vegas, citizen kane, man bites dog, american movie, amelie, les mis(the canadian version with Jean Paul Belmondo), the jerk, the man with two brains, spinaltap, and so much more..most of them are beyond your primitive intellects. Sorry, I know it hurts when you see the smart people laughing so much, and you just don't get it, and you want to laugh too, but you don't understand, because you're a moron, and whaaa whaaa whaaaa!!! hahahahahahaha It's times like these, I wonder what all the poor people are doing right now. Then again, who cares! hahahahahaha
The daily show, colbert report, quantumn leap, golden girls, millonaire, mr. show, strangers with candy, highway to heaven. Seventh Heaven. Politically incorrect. Upright Citizens Brigade.
Anything by Joyce, Thomas Wolfe, you know what, anything good. Chomsky, and pablo neruda..Eric Hoffer's 'the passionate state of mind'. I like Dreiser, especially 'an american tragedy'. I think it'd be hilarious to chase TS Eliot around his house with an axe. I'd like to tie hemmingway up, and force him to write sensual love poems about me. Then I'd tear them up, and spit in his face and shout "you don't love me! It's obvious from these joke ass poems you don't even know me! Write another one NOOOWWW!"
My heroes are all the miserable people out there whose lives aren't as amazing as mine. My wealth wouldn't be possible without the existence of the lower classes. Thank you. Thank you so much. Stay strong. You fucking peasants! Don't touch me, you stink!