Well, let me go get my check-book, IRS manual, tax-reduction sheet, and I'd love to tell you about it. A-hah-hah-hah! Love! I'd love it! A-hah-hah-hah--Coffee anyone? No? How about we snort some cocaine off of a dogs back? Eh? Eh, eh, eh? How about we discuss the economic values of globalization while we drop E, and sexually expiriment in my new Benz? A-heh-heh-heh.... Coffee?


"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."