Ozzy is an old fucking loon
Ozzfest. Sunscreen and sweat. Sexy. I love you Rob Halford. And I want your bike. Ozzy, you're crazy. Dancing around on stage, jumping up and down, making us start bonfires ... wait ... maybe that was during Judas Priest ... nevertheless, we put the fire department to use. And a few people were arrested as well. Why do I always rock the fuck out when I know how much 'twill hurt me later? Because I'm insane. That's why. Rennies think I'm insane. Thorn. Fire-breathing, sex-crazed, barbaric madman Thorn thinks I'm fucking crazy. You've got to be pretty far off the fucking charts to reach that status. But, alas, I'm actually quite boring. Because what goes on in me head doesn't make sense when it comes out so I avoid confusion and stay quiet ... until I'm drunk. I should drink more. Reservoir Dogs. Good movie. I think I'll go pick me up another Voltron comic and play me guitar. No. Fuck that. Then I'd just have to put on clothes. And that 'tis the whole point of having an apartment, right? Nakedness! All the time! Except when I think Jason spent the night. Because that would just be awkward. I never have anyone spend the night, except JD. Which 'tis always fun. Jen, don't leave me. Slainte.