Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.