I'm a man on a vision quest. You can't put me in a box, I reside in a parallelogram of theology, philosophy, political ideology and collect my mail from an old man who has no rock to snatch from his outstretched hands...only a pack of camel unfiltered.
You ask me boxers or briefs and I respond with a quick, yes-and.
What time is it Sean? It's time for you to realize that I am 31 flavors and then some. I will tell you how it is, what it is and where it is, and then come back four minutes later with a quick - you know I was just messin' with ya, right?
Where is this guy coming from?
A mid-sized hospital in Columbus, Ohio friend...that's where. I will race you to the curb and beat you every time. I have a slide step that gets me out of embarrassing run-intos at the mall. My vertical leap is almost horizontal and you can take that check to the bank for deposit...but don't try to cash it little fella, I am saving up for a rainy day. I'm getting a hat that is also an umbrella. I don't care what Bill Murray happens to be wearing, I'm gonna throw down with the best of them today.
Where do you keep your socks? I keep them in a drawer. The man has made me conform to his sock policy, but I happen to be doing this under the guise of winning over his trust. You just wait Man. Just when you think I'm sheep #23 I will come at you like a cocoon of horror.
My fence is made of sour apple taffy. It has been made to stretch and stay delicious all at the same time.
of course you had to start it off by referencing the only semi-decent wrestling movie ever made... Vision Quest.
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