Jerk. I could tell you what I think about you but I'll keep that to myself. I'm not a fighting man, anymore. I've changed. I'm better. Your condescension doesn't effect me anymore. I'm taking the high road. Oh, what am I talking about?! I can't stay mad at you! So, you want to sniff some glue?

Seriously, dudes, I don’t know how Flea does it! It must take him forever to milk all them bees to get a jar of honey…

Breaking up?

You lost me. What's a "state?"

Seriously, I'm totally with you. Pavement are a bunch of loosers!

Ahem… I'm sure the staff at a certain Red Roof Inn in Atlanta, South Carolina would beg to differ.

WHAT THE FUCK?!!!

Try gibby gap on a sippy sap.

What are you talking about? It makes perfect senseto me.

Respect. No truer word have ever been, um. What were we talking about?

On the guestlist for some dumb punk-metal band playing at the Parkling Lot in Fernando Carlos tonight. Think I'll get any pussy? (Hint- I'll get ALL the pussy.)

Sorry, but I can't listen to either of these bands. They're too heavy for me.

It's OK, but could use more slap-trumpet, funk base, and California.

I love all their songs! But then again, what do I know about music?

Yertle the Turtle! And hard drugs.

To be clear, Courtney Love is the pile of garbage I was referring to.

Yeah! Totally!

Wait, I know that song! Shit, forgot how it goes.

I hate these guys. Needs more Keith Morris.

Dude, are you me?