Look at that poor mule on the Ferris wheel. Poor mule. He doesn't know how he got up there, but he's sure as hell gonna bite the first person who tries to get him down.

How do we KNOW nuns wear underpants? Who checks?

The past is a fiction created by our minds and the future is inherently uncertain. There is only the present. Live for the now. Live for the makeouts.

Come, retire with me to the back of a van and we shall explore the innermost secrets of the universe through light petting. Leave your worldly possessions behind, specificially your bra because I am terrible at taking those things off.