If It Tastes Like Rabies, Slap It.
These are the words of the gospel according to Saint Simon Templar. Beware. Or something. I'm a doom-mongerer. We're all going to die. The end is friggin' nigh, go get me some pie or I'll stab you in the eye, and tell you a lie about clouds in the sky being very high when they're low, motherfucker! RAAAARGH! I'm Tairrie B, and I sound so much like a man that I may actually be one for all you know. A male version of Valerie Solanos, who is taken even less seriously as a male, so I've pretended for all these years that I'm a woman who's "down with the wicked clowns", but really I'm not because I piss standing up.
- Miguel C. Kesey