I LOVE FINGER-PAINTING.

Take a deep breath.

And for God's sake, put your helmet back on.

I did a bad, bad thing.

Tomorrow, dear friend, will be the best day of your life.

JJJJaded!

Cut it up, boyzz.

Dios Mio.

And in this nightmare...

It was all because of the drugs.

What a tool.

This is it?

Disappear here.

With all the pain killers, I almost forgot the date.

I'm going to write a book.

And for $300, the word you were searching for, is: discontent.
Thank you, Mr. Trebek.

I have applied to college.

Well, in my letter to Santa, I told him of that time in February when I ruled Asscrackistan as a cruel and heartless dictator.

For Christmas, he's giving me a spanking.