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I'm comin to join ya, Elziabeth honey. I'll be the man with a chainsaw in my back, razored hand in my stomach, where an alien baby is hatching, a ski mask on to cover my predator head, cement overshoes and Godzilla's footprint on my head.
Make sure St. Peter has those gates open for me cause our dummy son lost the key.
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I just love people who use the excuse "I use/do this because I LOVE the feeling/joy/happiness it brings me" and expect you to be ok with that as you watch them destroy their life blindly following. My response is, "I like to put forks in an eletrical socket, just LOVE that feeling, can't ever get enough of it, so will you let me put this copper fork in that electric socket?"
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