Let’s talk about real shit…


For instance here’s some real shit about me. I once came to a crossroad in my life just like everyone else has. I’m always coming to fucking crossroads. But I’m prepared… I bring my nocks. My binoculars. Do any of you even own binoculars?


True story…
I was once like all of you until I grew a brain, a dick and a heart.


Real situation…
Lenny wants to pet your little bunnies and he gets all crazy about em’ and he just starts petting their little heads in cause he doesn’t know how strong he is. You try to talk so sense into him but he doesn’t like it and he gets crazy mad! what do you do?


True story…
I woke up vibrating one day. Turns out, I was in a sharper image. Turns out, I had a hard-on. Turns out, no one cared.


We all have to overcome shit. I have to overcome my fear of warm fur coats and martial arts. My top hated things are


1. martial arts (all kinds)
2.breath (all kinds)


But I deal with that shit because you gotta deal with the shit to be the shit.


I don’t know… maybe we all better start loving and learning martial arts. Because after the bombs drop and it’s us against us and we all wish with our terrible smelling last breaths that we had those warm fur coats and we’re all going around hissing and kicking at each other and we’re trying to trap rabbits so we can crack their heads just like all the Lenny’s used to do, the ones we used to protect them from, I mean, who is going to survive that shit?


I’ll tell you who survives.. the ones who remember to bring their nocks to the crossroads.