Inside this sinking submarine, the hull is closing in, the water is above my ankles, and i still can't get you off of my... I don't think that we can pull this one off. We shall see, time will tell. What is time, And why does it taste like saltwater inside of my mouth?
We are each a beautiful and unique snowflake that will melt in hell.
I got the words "jacuzzi" and "yakuza" confused. Now I'm in hot water with the Japanese mafia.
This needs to be here. This needs to be everywhere. Half of the times I listen to this I end up bawling like a three-year-old that just tripped and scraped his knee.