I'm counting back the number of the steps It took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend I'll use the autotimer to prove that i'll get on with my imagination If they find the body in the basement "In the very house that she was raised in!" I'm counting down The number of the Times So when we get the sign from god I'll be the first to call Well I'm taking back the number of the beast 'Cause six is not a pretty number Eight or three are definitely better A is for the address on the letter To my alcoholic friends I'm trying hard not to be ashamed Not to know the name of who is waking up beside me Or the date, the season, or the city But at least the ceiling's very pretty And if you are holding it against me I'll be on my best behaviour Taking shots for mother nature Once my fist is in the cupboard Love is never falling over Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick And they would stare at me with hatred Plus, my only natural talent's wasted on My alcoholic friends My alcoholic friends The party's never over My alcoholic friends

Мне не нравится эта женщина. Она как твоя мама, только с лазерной пушкой.

- Я съела всю шоколадку.
- Там еще осталось.
- Тебе кажется.

Ты не узнаешь мокрый сосняк, даже если он покрасит себя в синий свет и будет голым танцевать на столе под музыку "Мокрые сосняки снова с нами"!