You're So Good Looking I Can Barely

With Me; It's Just A Genetic Dissatisfaction With Everything.

The Only Thing Standing Between Me And Greatness Is Me.

But What If Everyone In The World Behaved Like Me And Came Here And Shot Brisseau Through The Ear? What A Mess! And Of Course We'd Need Valet Parking.

God Is Either Cruel Or Incompetent.

The Heart Wants What It Wants.