I'm gonna pull off a Pat Smear. Watch me.
Finally, the moment has come when I know, truly, the meaning of having something stolen from you. You have made a good friend out of the years that have come to pass and now, you wish you never saw a future with it. Possibly, the meaning of friendship for me has corroded. I can't believe this. I just can't. I'd love to think of it as a phase, but just how long til a phase dies?
I believe I'm guilty by association. It's a contest, I swear.
Watch me Saturday. Pat Smear's coming to town!!!!!!!!