Not everything is immediately about him, sure, but sooner or later, everything boils down to Iceglow.
Frankly I don't give a smurf what you think because I can't hear you over the sound of just how freaking awesome I am.
Frame it.
Last edited by Criminally Vulgar; 08-20-2012 at 10:13 AM.
"You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. I'm an easy target. Yeah, you're right, I talk too much. I also listen too much. I could be a cold-hearted cynic like you, but I don't like to hurt people's feelings. Well, you think what you want about me; I'm not changing. I like... I like me. My wife likes me. My customers like me. 'Cause I'm the real article. What you see is what you get."
Have any of you seen the episode of Penn & Teller's Bulltrout where they talk about self-esteem? I don't agree with all of it, but there are some good points made.
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I'm okay. I like me. I'm not horrible. I love me. I want me. I hate me. I think I'm disgusting. I need a hug. I'm awesome. I'm stupid. I'm f-ing brilliant. I'm right. I'm a pig. I'm a lech. I'm a player... no I'm not. I need a snack. I need exercise. Suck in that gut! I need a shower. No, I just showered last week. No one likes me. Some people do. Nobody hates me. No one I know. I just can't talk to people. I can talk, I just don't trust people to listen. I know they'll listen... to every stupid and pathetic thing that comes out of the trashbin I call a mouth. I have bad breath, I should brush my teeth. Eh, there's nothing noticeable in my teeth. I'm so dirty. I'm a saint. You are beneath me. Don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I'm a liar. I'm funny. I'm honest. I insult people. The world has enough of me. The world needs more of me.
I'm pretty sure that tells you what you need to know.
(SPOILER)EDIT: When I first posted this, I went back to change some spelling and missing words and when I looked back (and the "Edited" text was showing) it just looked like I had gone back to make it longer.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I sold it all when I entered the ugly world of the adults.