Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…
I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker.
