to be honest most of the time i hate you cunts
Morgan: Don't drink yourself to death. [frown]
me: i don't know where better to drink myself to.
me: why would you want me to love?
just take something beautiful, break it, and send it to me in a box covered with shards of glass.
it is quicker and easier.
Morgan: What.
me: that is the science, nigga!