Thank God For The Bomb.

I Used To Smoke Cigarettes, Smoke Dope, Do Smack, Every F - - Thing. First, I Couldn't Function Without It. Then I Couldn't Do Anything With Or Without It. Then I Thought, "this Is The End Of The Line For My Fun Days."

There Are No Unlockable Doors.

Just Take Our Name Off The List. . . . The Nomination Is Meaningless, Because It's Not Voted On By The Fans . . . .

People Want It To Be Red, Like Blood. It's Kind Of Funny. When I Used To Throw Meat Into The Audience, I'd Get Letters From Kids' Mothers Saying, "what's The Best Way To Get Blood Stains Out Of My Son's Shirt?"

I Keep Hearing This [expletive] Thing That Guns Don't Kill People, But People Kill People. If That's The Case, Why Do We Give People Guns When They Go To War? Why Not Just Send The People?