Well, it was only a matter of time before you put on a neon ball sling. I guess I should have seen this coming. Guess who’s body isn’t a wonderland? You obviously have some time on your hands, one would think you could trim the hedges.
Regarding the questions raised in your recent musical expression, “Who Says”, I would like to reply.
You: Who says I can’t get stoned?
Me: Mostly the law. I suggest you move to Scandinavia. For many, many reasons.
You: Who says I can’t be free?
Me: Obviously no one. You’re roaming around in a fucking thong with your pubes hanging out.
You: I don’t remember you looking any better, but then again I don’t remember you.
Me: Well, I’ve held up fairly well through the years, and it’s possible we met during my awkward years. Where were you circa 1991?
You: Who says I can’t get stoned? Plan a trip to Japan alone.
Me: Again, it’s a legal issue. You will not fare well in Japan if you remain obsessed with getting stoned. They have severe punishments for those caught. So, scratch Scandinavia. Sounds like you’ve got a plan. Sorry Japan!
So What? You're Famous.