JohnnyMagrinho

He was a newborn baby staring blankly at the afterbirth; and for a moment, after he was done screaming like they always do, he breathed in deeply, letting the smell of s**t and all the entrails that followed him out burn his nostrils then shouted “Holy f**k, put me back in!”

Palahniuk and Hunter S. Thompson inspire me as much as any good single malt.