Whack 'em, Stack 'em And Pack 'em.

I Don't Wanna Be A Rock Star. I Don't Believe In Rock Stars. If You Really Examine What Goes With Being A Rock Star, I've Avoided That Really Well.

Brilliant Thoughts Flow With A Life Of Their Own To A Dedicated Reasoning Predator Up In A Tree With A Bow And Arrow Half The Year Meditating Soulfully In Anticipation To Kill Unsuspecting Meat-infested Herbivores.

Hunting Is The Last Perfect Thing.

At 62, I Remain Clean And Sober And My Ponytail Remains Erect.

Sometimes Too Much Tolerance Can Kill You. If You Are Tolerant Of People Poisoning Themselves To Death They Will Drag You Down. They Will Ruin Your Life By Being Intentional Obstacles To Your Dreams.