I'm naturally immune to the Vapors, Dropsy, Cat Scratch Fever, Cooties, This Sick Beat, CancerAIDS, The Cure, Anthrax (complete discography post Spreading the Disease), Fast Zombieism, Greyscale, Hep-V, The Twerk, The Jerk, The Mashed Potato, and whatever makes people watch Dr. Who.

Wait until he starts reading the replies to his first tweet out loud.

I'm rich in spirit, and debt, and umm…err…rhythm based currency?

reedin is fer queers

And here I thought porn had taken care of that decades ago.

Me?
I fuck smart.
One stroke in, half stroke out, pause for effect, arms akimbo, hard stare, cry, half stroke in, done.

So is Music to My Dick the inevitable title of a mixtape of Miami Techno Bass Trip-Hop?
Electro Power Pop?
Dirty South Trap Muzik?
Southern Tinged Cock Rock?
I'm all out of descriptors??

But I've been shoving tax cuts into g-strings at strip clubs for years.

I'm open to notes.
Whatever gets it picked up.

*Blows dust of pilot script for Edna the Rappin' Grandma and Ghost Detective and Doctor and Regular Crime Detective: Los Angeles*

It ain't very complex.

What's that religion that worships profit at the expense of your countrymen and the environment?

You are so gonna end up in the Bodies exhibit.

I wonder which iconic piece of New York architecture is mounted on Fallon's chair.
It's tough to tell by the grin alone.

Man, RealDolls have gotten weird.

Smurf mashings

dom?

Apple Jacks is still made out of the trimmings and particulates of gentlemen named Jack though, right?

(It died of epidermal suffocation adorableness)

It's how Andrew Jackson cleared his throat before speeches.