Well, I ain't walking. I don't do no walking when there's a train. But I ain't gonna do nothing else, 'cause I'm my own man, and I do what my own man wants. So mix me a vat of fuzzy navels and leave me alone. And oh yeah, lay out my pink evening dress, 'cause I wear what I want to wear. And make sure that midget Kathy Griffin shuts the hell up, she annoys me.
Except, well, I do fill like having a meal, so I'll order from this weird menu:
1. I'll have an American Idol Steak,
2. with Slots on the side,
3. Accompanied by a dry white fast food wine,
4. a leather salad
5. and a nibble of the nape for desert.
And I'll have a hot Latina Stripper for company.
Wake me when it's ready.
Tribe put the Louse in Louser Lodge.