When he shaves and grows his beard, he is closest to me. When he grows out and stays clean, he’s my buddy.

Birthing advice:

Just don’t eat it when it comes out and you’re good.

He asked to speak with me and my manager.

But you don’t have a manager.

Ha, I know.

:)

Twitter is a perpetual echo machine.

Did I tell you that lawyer stole my magic potion? I told him coyote rules. Keep it. I would rather give it up than see you again. And he admitted using it as leverage. I hope it makes him trip balls until he cries. He’s the blueberry fat kid from Willy Wonka