It just occured to me that I don't think most of you would believe me if I told you what I was doing on Saturday night.
What am I doing on Saturday Night?
Tying Beautiful Women to my bed and taking pictures.
Performing as a Contortionist to promote a new brand of vodka.
Singing “Oh, Holy Night” to a packed church.
Drinking the collected metaphorical blood of the Cult I Started.
Covering a late night shift at the radio station.
I wouldn't blame you, you know. I hardly believe it myself.