You’re 40 years old, making yarn nests for imaginary creatures and pretending you found a lint ball in a tree. Get some fucking help.

The last thing Roy Horn saw at the Mirage.

“You see children, a lady has a meat thermometer up her ass. And when she wants to have sex, it pops out like a Butterball turkey, and you know she’s ready! And if you look real hard, you can see a squirrel in her pee hole.”

If I wanted something covered with cum and gold eyeshadow, I’d steal Adam Lambert’s hoody.