texts: C'mon, we got nothin' to fight about. </s> <s> You fuck! </s> <s> Why am I a fuck?
labels: Why are you a fuck?  'Cause you got talent.  I got brains.  But you got talent! You're God damn left arm is worth a million dollars a year.  All my limbs put together are worth 7 cents a pound--and that's for science and dog meat.