If It's Not Bourbon Or Sweatpants, It's

I Was An Angst-y Journal Writing Kid.

On Furnishing One's Home - Pick Your Furniture Like You Pick A Wife; It Should Make You Feel Comfortable And Look Nice, But Not So Nice That If Someone Walks Past It They Want To Steal It.

You're Like A Tornado Of Bullshit Right Now. We'll Talk Again When Your Bullshit Dies Out Over Someone Else's House.

The Baby Will Talk When He Talks, Relax. It Ain't Like He Knows The Cure For Cancer And Just Ain't Spitting It Out.

You Say You’re Sick, Huh? Well, It Looks Like You’ve Come Down With A Case Of Bullshit.