I can't live the button down life like you. I want it all. The terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the blue noses with my cocky stride and musky odors. Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called sitty fathers who pluck their tongues, stroke their birds, and talk about what's to be done with this homies Simpson.